We lived across the street from a really large park in our neighborhood when I was in elementary school.We used to break picnic chairs over each other’s heads when we were kids. One of us tied fishing weights onto monofilament line and swung it like a bolo until he broke his brother’s teeth. We jumped off roofs. We were serious. The back yard was the Colosseum. Slip’ Slides, eventually when Wrist Rockets came out the same summer as pump BB guns, we ratcheted it up until a kid lost an eye…I wish i were making this up.
Every Saturday I drug at least one kid to my house to call their parents about their broken arm/leg/teeth/etc.
Good times.....