Who remembers the “GOOD OLD DAYS”?

[powerskipper]

Who came home in time for tea, covered in twigs and green striped from climbing trees? After climbing a tree to the very top and looking out over the roofs of all the houses all around in wonder. Coming back soaking wet after falling in the river, as “YOUR RAFT” did not float for long
Or covered in mud and being hosed down or told to remove outer clothes before coming in the house,
Building dames in streams,
Playing football in the playground at school.
Racing clapped out bikes up and down mud banks, [normally ones that had been run over by your mums car more than once]
Building dens in bushes,
Going bug hunting and turning over ever stone you could find to see who could find the biggest beetle.
What are the kiddies these days missing!!!!


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[BrendanS]

Making molotov cocktails and throwing them off the cliffs on to the rocks.
Making crossbows out of car leaf springs and shooting machined steel bolts 6 inches deep into trees
making 'french' arrows
maing nut and bolt bombs with swan vesta heads
filling airfix models with petrol and setting alight for more realistic battles
ahhh....good old days <g>

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[powerskipper]

eerr glad i did not know you when you were younger !


by the way WHAT is a "'french' arrows" /forums/images/icons/smile.gif


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[jimi]

Sodium Chlorate and sugar put into pipes, ends hammered shut. Then set alight ... <font color=red>BANG</font color=red>

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[powerskipper]

So being a female and not chemistry major!!! You mean ;making a rocket type thing, that goes bang!/forums/images/icons/wink.gif

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[jimi]

Nah a bomb .. blew up a neighbour's garage wall .. they still think it was a gas explosion!

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[powerskipper]

Must be related or a boy thing as my Grandad blew out his dinning room wall with his first chemistrey set, [ became a chem teacher at collage]

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[halcyon]

We used to fit bangers to rockets, light rocket, light banger, aim at bonfires in range, one unguided missile.
Had duff rocket that turned sharp right at take-off, through next door's bathroom window, then exploded, very good echo and smoke.

Brian

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[cptshed]

I think you must be right,I got a good walloping from the oldman for blowing up the coal fire in the dining room(a bit of copper pipe filled with swanvesta heads). And,setting off 3,2,1,0 bangers in a biscuit tin in the playroom....aaah those were the days.



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[jon_bailey]

French Arrows

Now if memory serves, we made French arrows from stripped Elder, i.e. about four ft long and nice and straight. These were pointed (ever so sharp) at one end with cardboard flights at the other. By 'latching' a piece of string at the flight end then holding the arrow and the string, by launching the arrow you could throw considerable distance especially if trying to hit one of your mates. Although dangerous we never killed anyone.

Perhaps I'll show my boys this weekend.

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[[2068]]

One of the boys toilets at my old secondary school is probably a bit newer than the others, as its predecessor became somewhat porous, courtesy of someone putting a 1-inch ball of pure Sodium metal wrapped in blotting paper down it.

The Sodium lump burned quite happily, right up to the point where it got stuck and exploded in a shower of burning orange bits that redefined the concept of graffiti.

To the caretaker of the Judd School, Tonbridge, I apologise unreservedly.

Just don't ask what happened to the hamster that passed away...

dave.

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[Dave1258]

Re: French Arrows

That's how we made 'em too!

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[halcyon]

Re: French Arrows

Throwing arrows, made from the green split canes for gardeners, sharp end had a nut screwed on, gave better direction and bit more weight on impact.

Brian

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[chriscallender]

I think you will find that the kids today get up to all sorts, its just that we don't hear about most of it, same way as you kept most of what you did quiet from your parents I'll bet.

Anyway, I only remember falling into the sea a few times as a kid, and one of those occasions was my dad's fault as he started throwing stones and rocks at my raft. Or maybe it just broke up, but my memory is that it was my dad's fault...

I also remember falling from a rope ladder up a tree when climbing it and the rope snapped at the top, however I wasn't hurt in the least because my brother was climbing it behind me and I landed on top of him.

Snowball fights - they were banned at our school because supposidly some kid got hit in the eye with a snowball that inadvertantly (???) had a stone inside it that was before my time & didn't stop us. One day the headmaster came out to tell us (300 kids +) to stop our snowball fight, turned back to go inside the school and the sky went black with snowballs flying in his direction. He was white from head to toe as I remember apart from his face which was purple with rage.

Other "fun" things I remember - going into dark and boarded up abandoned houses, oh yes and making "slides" by getting a bucket and pouring water all over the school playground before we headed home on a night when we knew there would be a hard frost.


Chris

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[muchy_]

My brother and I once dug an escape tunnel (great escape variety) down through the garden shed floor and out under the garden. We planned to try to make it to house across the way but got bored of digging after a couple of days and went to do something else equally as dangerous. Ahhh, youngsters dont know they are born these days.

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[BrendanS]

Dry ice with a drop of warm water in a plastic centrifuge tube, screw on lid and drop into a autoclave tube. Brilliant mortar! Sent them up over Cardiff to a height of over a hundred metres, only to see them descend onto traffic on the main road! /forums/images/icons/frown.gif

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[BrendanS]

Re: French Arrows

Nut on the end was indeed the important bit!

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[BrendanS]

Yes, used to drop sodium down the sink in school labs, together with oil. Got it down to a tee! Sodium would go 'bang' just under the manhole cover. Luckily we had a very understanding Chem teacher

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[kindredspirit]

Painting white footprints with Dulux gloss in the middle of the night from a statue in the middle of the quad to the toilets and back again.

We never knew it was possible for teachers to get so cross. None of us owned up and interogations went on for months (or it seemed like months) afterwards.



Lighting a paper bonfire in the Art Room. When the art teacher came in we were all on the floor as the smoke had descended to within 3 feet of the floor. Remarkably he didn't make a fuss, told us to put out the fire and carried on with class. (He was a "beatnik" with sandals, a corduroy jacket and a beard.)


Someone once poisoned all the fish in the headmasters goldfish pond. I was NOT involved in this one though!

I could go on................




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[byron]

Waiting in line at the Soup Kitchen, looking through the rubbish in the street market for useable vegetables, finding a better cardboard box to sleep in, following someone rich like Mike Gates waiting for him to throw his dog-end away, looking through the windows of the Beadle to see what a warm room looked like, collecting horse poo to flavour up our dinner, YUP! those were the days.

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