Wow, she looks just like my Missus. Separated at birth?
Growing up as a child in the 60'S
Dean that is a Cracking story and only as a child growing up in the 60'S and 70'S would knowI made a cap bomb out of 2 bolts and a nut when I was about 8 , screw them together with a cap in the middle throw it up in the air and bang when it lands.
Only i took it into town , threw it up and it landed on a shelf on the war memorial about 10ft up
A few days later my dad wanted to know where the bolts out of his new car spotlight kit had gone
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I made a cap bomb out of 2 bolts and a nut when I was about 8 , screw them together with a cap in the middle throw it up in the air and bang when it lands.
I progressed from cap bolts to throwing half empty gloss paint cans with their lids firmly hammered on into a bonfire. Went up like a rocket. 300ft+ into the air with the added advantage of atomised paint spray everywhere. Don't think the locals were too happy though! That was back in the good old days of the early 70's. No health and safety and kids could just be kids...... happy days.Yep we did that but we had another source, just down the road was a timber yard and we use to pop down in the evening hop over the fence and search the ground, we were looking for, what at the time we thought were, little bullets with different coloured tops. Turns out they were from the nail guns and they were always getting dropped. Collect them up and take to school next day, place on the floor and drop a brick on them and BANG!!!!, the colour determined how big the bang.
Is her name Candice.....I couldn't afford Swedish so settled for South African (back during the credit crisis). Yours speak with a Saffer twang too?
Happy Days indeed.
Easily entertained well before the internet was thought of.
Ah the innocence of childrenWe once dammed a stream to make a pond to sail boats on but forgot to re move the dam when we went home. It then proceeded to rain for the next 3 or 4 days and when we went back we came a cross a farmer with his tractor about 2 foot deep in a lake trying to clear our dam. His language and facial expressions convinced us to make a hasty retreat and not mention that we might have been responsible.
We once dammed a stream to make a pond to sail boats on but forgot to re move the dam when we went home. It then proceeded to rain for the next 3 or 4 days and when we went back we came a cross a farmer with his tractor about 2 foot deep in a lake trying to clear our dam. His language and facial expressions convinced us to make a hasty retreat and not mention that we might have been responsible.
I progressed from cap bolts to throwing half empty gloss paint cans with their lids firmly hammered on into a bonfire. Went up like a rocket. 300ft+ into the air with the added advantage of atomised paint spray everywhere. Don't think the locals were too happy though! That was back in the good old days of the early 70's. No health and safety and kids could just be kids...... happy days.
There used to be a Friday night disco in the sports hall around the back of the local school. We used to get * on cider from the local offie and break into the school and trot around causing mayhem. Sometimes the police would turn up, but as we were pretty good at breaking out again they never pinned anything on us. We had to hide on the roof one time until they left.
Thinking about it, it doesn't say much about the quality of the disco.
Quite, how did none of us die. I remember cutting open my Dads shotgun cartridges and collecting the powder, then putting a match to the stack of powder. The flash was tremendous, how utterly stupid.Our other favourite game was tick (or tag) on he Manchester Ship Canal locks at Latchford. This game entailed about 20 kids racing around a working lock, running across the piers and lock gates avoiding the lock operators, jumping over the capstans, ropes etc. There was one point where we had to jump a gap of about 8-10ft to shortcut the main route.
Recently I took my kids down to these locks to show them where we played and realised a few things
I walked around this playground and thought how the **** did none of us die.
- The lock gates themselves are only about 18" wide and only have chain railings (in the middle there are no railings),
- The drop on these locks is about 30ft, so one end the canal was at pier level and at the other there is a 30 ft drop )no railings and
- the short cut was at the 30 ft drop end, so we were jumping across a 30ft chasm made worse by this being in a sheltered area which, when we visited, was wet and covered in oily greasy mud.