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Hell yes, to it all. Grew up a tyke in the '60s and teen in the '70s. Back in the 60s Westerns ruled TV. Shows about Daniel Boone and Davey Crockett were the best: coon skin caps, long rifles, and Indians who still had a fighting chance.
My brother (I was too young) had a toy long rifle, just like Davey and Daniel. Same size and heft as the real thing, or at least it seemed to be to my 5 or 6 year old self. It used a powder cap to fire a cork ball. I was too young to aim and shoot it, but not too young to not be targeted by my brother.
Nerf wasn't yet a thing. That damn cork ball would raise a welt and leave a bruise. You'd hear a bang, see the smoke, and get stung like a wasp just attacked you. And you didn't go crying to Mommy, or you didn't get to play with the big boys.
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"I've been known to party some, but I ain't ever hurt no one.
Been ashamed of things I've done, especially when, especially when,
especially when I'm stoned." D.A.C.
Last edited by excessive; 10-20-2023 at 07:11 AM..
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