Of course every kid today wants a tree house, when I was a kid we had underground forts ....an abandoned stone cellar with a make shift roof about 4 feet tall. Lots of camp outs with neighborhood kids in the summer., later it was the secret place to party . It seemed every neighborhood we visited had one somewhere. Haven't heard of any around here , but I guess being a secret was part of the charm. Wonder if kids do that stuff any more.
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/5a/ea/25/5aea250c2f2b09049e1845553b29b5ad.jpgI’m guessing they don’t. I’m not even sure if kids ride bicycles anymore.
We made our “razor” scooter out of the steel trucks we stole off of our little sisters skate and of 2x4’s. We figured it out.
We ran our bikes into the wall...just for fun.
We bought 3/4” EMT and extended the forks on our Stingray bikes.
We also put a rear wheel generator on with a bullet headlight. We figured out how to do it.
We had rock fights...each “side” building their fort wall out of big dirt clods after the county plowed the open fields.
I grew up in the mid 50’s.
My grandkids irritate me because when they come over, they bring their hand held games. They don’t engage in conversation, they bring their at home environment to their grandparents house. They sit in a corner and “game”. This is sad. It’s like a drug for them.
My own kids can be disappointing in some areas of raising their kids. They don’t even know where their shoes are when it’s time to go. Mom does everything for them...still.
Our Slip ‘N Slide was our driveway. The finish was sooo smooth we’d run the hose continuous and once you figured how to “dive” onto your belly, it was fun.
Cardboard tanks? Yep. Rolled inside that big box right down the hillside.
We were into building models, cars or airplanes. I remember drizzling Testors model glue onto any plastic model (or army man) and burning it. Kids today? Not so much interested in the brand of fun I enjoyed “when I was a kid”.
Remember that “Parachute Army Man”? We’d get over to the local dry cleaners and get one of those thin plastic bags. Then we’d make a real parachute for that Army Man. That guy would fly like there was no tomorrow! He used to be made of some solid material so it was easier to throw higher. Today’s same toy is junk.
We’d buy two Guillows biplane gliders and make one tri-wing plane. We figured it out.
Yep, those were the days.