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It took just two generations to destroy all that.
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This is true. Even at a very early age, I recall playing outside without any adult supervision. Of course, we had to be within earshot of our parents, in case they called us to come in.
And of course, the cigarettes. Everybody smoked.
Cap guns. And I had a replica M-1 rifle as well.I miss candy cigarettes. Those were cool.
And cap pistols too, playing countless rounds of good guys and bad guys. Blowing capsmoke off the barrel of your pistol and placing it in your holster.
Lol sameI'm a 90s kid and I did all of these things too haha.
Playing on the railroad tracks is a big one.
When we were kids, We probably spent at least as much time on the railroad tracks as we did at the parks.
The tracks were a shortcut, a playground, a hunting ground, a quick way to ditch the cops , an amateur archaeological site, an impromptu campgrounds.
We would put pennies on the tracks and collect them after they got smashed flat; we'd see how far we could get walking on a rail without falling; we walked the tracks the two and a half miles to the Forest preserve, or if we got lucky we'd hop a freight train the whole way.
In most places there was a good 20 yards or more of forest on either side of the rails, even in the middle of the city, so the railroad tracks were full of rabbits, raccoons, skunks, possums. A few of us went up there to practice with our bow and arrows, some kids actually hunt ed the small game.
Another fun thing to do was to dig around in the dirt looking for old glass electrical transformers, railroad spikes, and old bottles. Some of the stuff that we found had to be from the previous century.
last time I did that, the penny melded with the track...We used to put pennies on the railroad tracks, too.
Awesome stuff. It was great to be a kid back in the day.Cap guns. And I had a replica M-1 rifle as well.
I still remember going to the rod and gun clubs in my area and shooting at the range.Good post.
I used to walk to elementary school -- a mile, at least, from first grade. Sometimes I'd go to a friend's house after school. It never occurred to me to notify anyone. As long as I showed up for dinner nobody worried.
If I came directly home from school I needed no key. The house was never locked.
Every kid had cap guns. It was de rigeure. If you were playing an Indian, though, a bow and arrow could substitute.
I used to wander around the neighborhood, shooting things with a BB gun that was indistinguishable from a real rifle. Noöne raised an eyebrow, much less called the police.
My little brother used to walk to marksmanship classes at the YMCA, more than a mile, right through downtown, carrying a real, .22 rifle. No problems.
Sometimes, on a whim, I'd get my fishing rod, get on my bike, and pedal to Loch Raven reservoir -- six or eight miles -- and spend the day fishing. It never occurred to me to tell anyone I was going. My parents found out only when I showed up with a Lone Ranger lunch box full of fish. My mom would cook them for dinner.
Your lucky to have that experience.I'm a 90s kid and I did all of these things too haha.