Late 60s,played army....started digging fox holes in a group of trees in the center of a field,it turned into a hole about 12 ft. in diameter, then covered it with falling branches and leaves,it became our fort.
every thing was ok. , until a man came along on a tractor to mow the field and then it became a tank trap,man did we get in to trouble.
Evel's jumps inspired me to go down to the school where they had a handy capped ramp and drag it out in the middle of the school yard,first it was body's then we got braver and then we went around the neighbor hood and collected trash cans,the most I jumped was 7 with a big crash at the end but I did clear all of them,it was the landing that hurt.
Bottle rocket wars.....how about roman candle fights? Estes rockets make great bazooka's.we lived in a three story house and it was nothing to jump off the roof with mom's finest sheets as a parashoot tied to your shoulders.
had a forbiden place called"playboy hills"down the road from our house,lots of bicycle trails,hills,twisty's.and mom told us not to go there...that lasted about two day's.later found out why it was called"playboy hills". the teenagers were bringing playboy books there, girlfriends there to neck?
there was a swimming hole there where we would swim in our birthday suits...early 70's.
Then I discovered money,you could earn it by mowing grass,3 dollars a yard,sweeping the side walk included.
There was a pinball hall up town,with foose ball,had to earn money to feed the machines.
one time my dad was sitting at the kitchen table wondering how he was going to pay all the bills,and I got my stash of cash out of my room and handed him about three hundred dollars,he asked where I got it?and I told him that I had been mowing 3 to 4 yards a day,he started crying and I told him don't worry I could get more if he needed it.I had about 700 saved up,and only gave him 300.
75' 14 yrs. old and bought my first motorcycle,73 kawa.100,I took jumping to a whole new level......didn't know the bike was hot,for about 3 years.got a receipt for it and all.the bike was wrecked and had a broken front hubb.27 dollars from the kawa.dealer. shoot we road that thing around with a broken front tire for 2 weeks until the rim came in from japan?
77' got my car driving license,and the dukes of hazzard county didn't have enough guts to do the things I did in my 73'chevy pickup truck.
Like the song says"all the women like a pickup man."
Enough remreminiscing "starting to get drug flash backs..."Oh,the good ol' days........""