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Great post. Really takes me back.
I too remember my first skateboard, steel wheels screwed onto a two by four. One little piece of gravel and BAM, on your face. We rode the hell out of em anyway. High speed down hill, talk about a rush.
And rock fights, took one through the glasses one day, got glass all in my eye. No damage done, back out there the next week. We also did this with slingshots.
We lived, for a while, on a large hill about 3/4 of a mile long. We had this bike with no chain or pedals. You started at the top with a running start, jumped on, and held on for dear life. No brakes!!! If you did good you ran into some deep sand to stop and usually fell off laughing. If you did bad, well, we'd come down, get the bike, take it back up, launch the next one. Only babies cried.
Epic wars were fought with BB guns, bottle rockets, and roman candles. You haven't known adreneline until a roman candle ball burns a trough through your hair.
Can any of you imagine letting your kids do this stuff today. They might get hurt. Hell, they might have mindless fun. I wouldn't trade my childhood adventures for anything.
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