12-28-2020, 05:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-28-2020, 05:36 PM by hounddoghowlie.)
guohua
when i was a kid we use to get them, but me, my brothers and the other 10 boys in the 2 mile square area that had kids of the boonies we lived in, were so hard on them that they got broke within a a couple weeks. so we had to break out the handsaw, hacksaw or knives and screws or nail/ tacks and fix em up until we could talk momma and daddy into buying us new ones. trick was to go to one and say the other said it was alright with them if it was alright with you. didn't always work, but it did most time.
if we broke ones that made noise and couldn't make them to work again, after a long day of playing Sgt Rock, you'd come home horse after going dat,dat, dat, dat , dat ,dow, then yelling your dead, no i'm you hit that tree, or i ducked behind that car or something like that.
some times the best ones were the ones we built out of my dad's scrap lumber pile, broke rake and broom handles some momma good broom. and it was always i didn't do it or not me. made thompsons, grease guns, m 16'( didn't really look like one) 50 cal. had to use your imagination.
killed me many a japs, germans and gooks in them days. oh to be young again and not have to worry about anything but what when and where we were going to play.
when i was a kid we use to get them, but me, my brothers and the other 10 boys in the 2 mile square area that had kids of the boonies we lived in, were so hard on them that they got broke within a a couple weeks. so we had to break out the handsaw, hacksaw or knives and screws or nail/ tacks and fix em up until we could talk momma and daddy into buying us new ones. trick was to go to one and say the other said it was alright with them if it was alright with you. didn't always work, but it did most time.
if we broke ones that made noise and couldn't make them to work again, after a long day of playing Sgt Rock, you'd come home horse after going dat,dat, dat, dat , dat ,dow, then yelling your dead, no i'm you hit that tree, or i ducked behind that car or something like that.
some times the best ones were the ones we built out of my dad's scrap lumber pile, broke rake and broom handles some momma good broom. and it was always i didn't do it or not me. made thompsons, grease guns, m 16'( didn't really look like one) 50 cal. had to use your imagination.
killed me many a japs, germans and gooks in them days. oh to be young again and not have to worry about anything but what when and where we were going to play.
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