re: In the Old Days We had Dirt Clod Wars.

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We used garbage can lids as shields

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And sometimes a kid would get so ganged up on that he would have to use the garbage can lid as a projectile and fling it frisbee like into a crowd of rock wielding psychopaths to make good his escape...that thing could have taken someone's head off LOL

Playing in ditches, climbing trees, playing “war” in the woods, shooting everything that moved with our pellet guns, etc. Riding bikes down the street while others stood on the side and threw broom sticks and other crap into our spokes to try and flip each other was another high IQ event we did. Also you can’t forget the setting up ramps to jump bikes over the smaller ditches or even each other.

One day we found a yellow jacket ground nest in the woods. We had a meeting and rounded up several kids and went to war with them. I remember us having BB guns, a leather whip, rocks, a dirty old blanket or two. Even a can of paint.
Fun times.

Ours was dirt cold and black walnut wars. We had fields all around us, before the days of no-till. About the time Fall came around, the cotton got picked, the farmers plowed the fields. There were clods as big as your head. This was the same time the black walnuts started to fall. They'd still be green and heavy. The folks across the road had a tree, and so did we. Ours always produced more walnuts.

Wasn’t anything worse than getting earholed by a fist-sized dirt clod. Damn thing would leave your head ringing and tears on the verge of falling but you knew better or else you’d catch unlimited hell. You had no place to hide in the cotton fields and your only chance was to fight back or run like hell from older brother and cousins.

I miss those days.

Sweet gum balls war

Brown- ehh
Green- ouch

We used to fire off bottle rockets out of our pop-guns, and pretend it was live rounds. Many powder burns and flash burns later ---- we're still alive

When I was a tot, there was a drainage canal that ran behind our house for the neighborhood. One summer, the parish decided to upgrade the canal to a drainage culvert and fill it in. It was glorious to wake up one day to huge dirt piles every 30ft all up and down the neighborhood. Kids on those dirt piles looked like the wall climbing scene from World War Z

We had wars with everything. Dirt, BB guns, bottle rockets, Roman candles, you name it. My Dad knew even if they told us not to we would still do it when they weren’t around so he brought home a shite ton of safety glasses from work. That was the only rule you had to wear the safety glasses or that was your arse if you got caught.

Also tackle football with the over developed athletic 12 year old girl across the street. Everyone used great two handed form tackling around the chest technique when she played.

there was a pear tree across the street from my house that never produced a ripe pear as long as we were kids. as soon as they got big and hard, the green pear wars would commence. Everybody vs. Ketchells. if a Ketchell didn't show, we would fight amongst ourselves. Sometimes, we would call an armistice while my brother climbed the tree to replenish armaments. we would divide up the new green pears and run for cover. #heightstreetfuturethugs