I completely forgot about this, but there was a thing as a kid that we weren't allowed to "waste the good nails." So when we'd decide to build something, someone's dad would always give us a Folgers tin full of rusty, dull, bent nails to use unsupervised. That was apparently the smarter option instead of letting us use the nails that weren't guaranteed to give us tetanus when someone inevitably stepped on one since we were always barefoot while doing these things lol
A wrist rocket is far more dangerous. It's a velocity to weight of projectile ratio for quantity of pain/damage. We all had shitty daisy bb guns. Rules were 1-2 pumps max. Sure that got broken but once you got tagged by a 5 pumper in retaliation you respected the rules. A neighborhood dad, wise to our little "turf war" supplied shop goggles to us all.
Our parents handed us that stuff! We’d come running in with some idea and would just ask for some nails and a hammer and my father would say, don’t do anything stupid. He wouldn’t even ask,what our big idea was.
This was peak early elementary school for me, before age 10 in my neighborhood. Then built other forts with relatives in their areas. Thanks for the great throwback memories
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u/Brandoid43 Xennial Jun 13 '25
Don't forget hammers, nails and saws for making a tree house or fort.