I remember them being a lot of fun until you throw it up in the air and the wind blew it onto the top of the house or into a tree.Wow, I haven't thought about those since I was about 8 or something.
That was half the fun. Go on a rescue mission climbing the tree, or go on a stealth mission trying to climb on the house without catching an ass whoopin’.I remember them being a lot of fun until you throw it up in the air and the wind blew it onto the top of the house or into a tree.
Definitely true for the tree. But, around the time I would have been playing with something like that we lived in a house I couldn't get on top of. Dad didn't have ladders tall enough and nothing close enough to the house to use as a "stepping stone" per se.That was half the fun. Go on a rescue mission climbing the tree, or go on a stealth mission trying to climb on the house without catching an ass whoopin’.
We had them on school grounds. There were a handful of teachers that eventually mingled in.Ours was right across the street, off school property, a place called Hodge's Corner. I didn't smoke then (yet) so I never hung out there.
Lincoln Logs.
Walking to your friend's house by yourself and knocking to see if he's home.
That's why you would climb onto a roof to drop them, (or from a second story window)Definitely true for the tree. But, around the time I would have been playing with something like that we lived in a house I couldn't get on top of. Dad didn't have ladders tall enough and nothing close enough to the house to use as a "stepping stone" per se.
Reminds me of this.People actually knocking on our door or me going to a friend's house and knocking on their door
I know what it is. It is the machine we used to make shadow puppets with our hands.
Gentle Jesus
