Boys...

[gijoe1313]

Oooops. Got lazy on spell check.

Meh, splellclecking is obervated!

[Ocean1]

I get enuff complaints from other teachers

Don't know how you do it, hard enough without the stifling cuddly policy.
My kids school stopped taking them on field trips of pretty much any type, the safety compliance issues were just too hard to deal with. And they closed all the swimming pools. Sigh. Wana make a bet the drowning stat's will rise over the next decade or so?

I always wanted to take my boy to the power house museum in Sydney (much cool interactive science stuff) but I never managed it. Much better than the crap we get at the likes of Te Papa.

[Swoop]

...down a slippery slope on the back of a go-cart...

Gahh! Wicked flashback just occurred, going down a scrub covered hill towards a massive amount of gorse and blackberry!!!
I believe the dare was "more points for even attempting *that* track" on the go-cart.


Ahh. Yoof!

[vifferman]

My kids school stopped taking them on field trips of pretty much any type, the safety compliance issues were just too hard to deal with. And they closed all the swimming pools.

That's just fukt. "There should be a law against it".
Oh... wait - that's how things got so NambyPambyised and 'safe'.

Man, this is one of the few times I'm glad for being of my generation....
I'd much rather the childhood I had than Playstations and Nintendos...

[avgas]

Hehe my misses get really shitty with me when i leave stuff on the floor. I love dirt - makes ya remember that you alive and not under it (unless you are building a fort)

[tri boy]

[QUOTE=vifferman;1145537
I'd much rather the childhood I had than Playstations and Nintendos...[/QUOTE]

Spud guns, Bamboo bows n arrows, (plus great for making kites). Wheeping Willow assault whips, and not to forget the old fulla's sheds and junk piles.
Boys running amuck, and war wounds at the end of the day.
Crashed and burned on my push bike on gravel, right in front of the school dental nurse minutes after she had fixed a chipped tooth from another incident.
Still remember the look on her face. Priceless.

[Ocean1]

Gahh! Wicked flashback just occurred, going down a scrub covered hill towards a massive amount of gorse and blackberry!!!
I believe the dare was "more points for even attempting *that* track" on the go-cart.


Ahh. Yoof!

'Nuther one for ya: making canoes from roofing iron and caulking the ends and nail holes up with clay . Worked a treat until the clay washed out HMS Sieve is probably still on the bottom of the lake...

Man, this is one of the few times I'm glad for being of my generation....
I'd much rather the childhood I had than Playstations and Nintendos...

Oh yeah. No surprise that rural kids get less issues with allergies, they grow up on a diet higher in dirt, Very effective "inoculation" in the long run though.

[vifferman]

Gahh! Wicked flashback just occurred, going down a scrub covered hill towards a massive amount of gorse and blackberry!!!

Heh heh...
My best friend and his brothers had a flying fox over a gully very near to their house. I remember one time when one of the brothers stopped over "a massive amount of gorse and blackberry". Oh - and then someone had to go in and retrieve the pulley thingo (technical term), via the gorse'n'blackberry.

Ah yes- childhood memories.
Like lighting small fires (all boys like fire, water, dirt, speed, projectile weapons, inventing stuff, blowing shit up, right?) and stamping them out. Good fun, until the burning dry grass and scrub gets too big to stamp out.

Run away! RUN AWAY!!

Phew!
Not too many acres of vacant land were burned up before it was put out.
My mum was watching the whole thing through binoculars...

And back then, in them GoodOleBadOleDays, you could buy explosives, and BlowShitUp, so we did.

But y'know, a lot more stuff was tolerated. There was a piece in the local rag recently about guys somewhere in the Albany area using a vacant subdivision as an impromptu motocross track, and some ranter from across the other side of the motorway (!) was complaining about the noise! We used to do this all the time, back when dirt bikes were big (as in popular not huge, but they were relatively heavy too... but I digress). These subdivisions were bordered by houses, but there were NEVER any Moaning Minnies complaining about it. Perhaps they just figured it was harmless fun? :spudwhat: I mean, it was just dirt, for goodness sake! And no-one got hurt.

Much.

Apart from the first time I rode a bike, and dropped it on my ankle.
And that one time my friend landed on his head, with the bike on top of him, shortening him a little...

[Hitcher]

One of the best things I've read in ages. Brilliant.

I won't post any other brilliant stuff I've read recently least I be accused of taking the thread off topic.

[Bullitt]

Looks like fun. Tempted to buy it even though I dont have any kids

[Swoop]

blowing shit up, right?

Tom thumbs, Double Happys...
Mighty cannons.

Letterboxes trembled with fear!!!

[gijoe1313]

Or ripping up an old (or even new cardboard box by "discovering" it via unloading contents ) box and using it for a sled down grass slopes... then "improving" by having the rider hold onto a rope as you "slingshot" them for faster takeoff velocity!

Making little battleships out of leaves and sticks and floating them down in streams/old watertubs/drains and pelting them with pebbles till they sunk...

Or making crossbows out of ice cream sticks and using kebab skewers for ammo and twanging them at fellow class mates under the desk (you get max points for actually impaling a leg! )

Making impromptu catapults out of old bicycle inner tubes and launching potatos dug up from the garden as far as you could...

Rubber band guns with the ammo doused in lighter fluid as you flicked them past a lighted candle...

Finding ant nests, laying down sugar trails so the opposing sides would find each other and watch the war begin... and then being the UN and using a magnifying glass to do the old zap-zap (and using the magnifying glass to put match heads on fire ... burning patterns into wood... and the other myriad uses..)

Getting bamboo and making dart whips with them or old fashioned spears to practice your javelin skills...

Substituting vinegar into L&P bottles just so you could watch your mate splurt it all out over someone at lunch...

Using your steelies to smash the catseyes/colours/etc. of your opponents.. and then using them in your catapults to smack bottles/cans off the fence palings...

Dismantling old alarm clocks and use the mechanism to make little wind up cars...

The list goes on and on and on... I think I need to do more of this stuff with my students...

[MisterD]

Tom thumbs, Double Happys...
Mighty cannons.

Letterboxes trembled with fear!!!

Bah! It's more fun to make your own splosives....Ammonium Tri-iodide anyone?

[cowboyz]

I havent tohought about it since but reading that just brought back memories of when we used to setup ramps for our bmxs and see how many kids we could jump. Drew straws and the shortest one went last in the queue to be jumped. Usually that person had a bike land on them every now and then but that was the fun of it.

[Ocean1]

Bah! It's more fun to make your own splosives....Ammonium Tri-iodide anyone?

Occasionally one of the fishing boats out of Bluff catches one of the JATO bottles dumped in Foveaux Strait by the big military transporters that used to fly out of Invercargil. Some of them were dumped unused. We got access to one of them (don't ask).

Not technically an explosive as such, but a great deal of fascinating mayhem can be wrought by the creative application of small quantities of solid rocket fuel...

I sometimes wonder how it comes about that I'm still possesed of most of my critical appendages, (or still actually alive for that matter).