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Originally Posted by Frantic Freddie
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I remember my older brother getting one of those. Think "Malcolm in The Middle" (a sitcom here in the states) and having Malcolm's next older brother Reese as your older brother. He had like minded friends also equipped. I spent a lot of time getting shot by those little plastic bullets.
Of course a shoe thrown in ernest does make a good come-back to getting shot with plastic bullets, until one goes through a window. Breaking a window because you were throwing things in the house was always going to get you a butt whipping when I was growing up. Happened to me a bunch of times. Especially one of the front of the house windows. They have to be replaced right away or it really looks like hell. Off hand I recall breaking five, maybe six windows (throwning stuff).
Not counting my brothers and sisters and friends. Children tend to cause wear on a house. (Oh heck, first ale I let myself have since this cold hit hard and I've gone and spilled it in my lap. Only got to lick the foam. It was my only one too. Since it was in my favorite wide mouth glass, the better to quaff it with, I'm now sitting in a pool of Full Sail Amber Ale. Feels kinda special, pooling in the ergonomic chair and all. Darn. Shoot. Major blasphemies in a long string.)
I remember one all day dirt rock fight, during summer vacation, with the parents at work, where I and my younger brother and our friends used our partially enclosed back porch as a fort. It was elevated and the railing was covored by plywood providing good protection.
The opfor was my older brother and his friends. We'ed send the little brothers out with buckets to gather ammo (dirt rocks) while we covered them, armed with newpapers and water ballons.
About ten minutes before my Mom was due to get off work the League Of Evil Older Brothers finally got the capital to afford their own water balloons and soon the air was full of high velocity rubber encased spheroids of water going in both directions as both sides had laid in a stock during the lull.
That was when I got curious about something missing. Some sound I should have been hearing. Then I got it. I wasn't hearing the incoming balloons hit the back door. I stepped out of the bright sunlight and saw why. Sometime early in the fight, which started about 9 am, someone left the back door open.
Every single miss the Evil Older Brothers threw, that went high, went into my mother's kitchen.
(very heavy sigh)
Anybody else here have a farm raised mother? Whose own mother cooked competitivly? Those pies, jams and preserves and things. Whos mother in turn was a confectioner?
Women like that tend to take a dim view of impromptu dioramas of lunar rays some four feet wide and having an apex just passed the far side of the kitchen table. The table with the dried flower display in the middle and the white table cloth and all. Length wise to the assault. Of course.
With some half dozen higher speed impactors carrying completely over the table and hitting the china cabinette glass hard enough to not break it, but leave those cone shaped dirt globs with rays of their own.
I turned around and ran like hell.
My smarter, closer friends joined me. As we blew through enemy lines, the confused and dim witted Evil Older Brothers thought, "What the heck?" And went into the house to see what was up. That's where Mom came in on them with dirt rocks and water balloons in hand!
It was said there was a flood of neutrinos prior to the eruption.
Several metals, notably copper and nickel, transmuted to higher isotopes and a rooster laid an egg. Air cracked sideways, flys fell dead and I'm fairly certain several clocks remain frozen to this day.
Oh. My. God. I know that's a teenie bopper phrase, but it kind of comes close. There was a wee bit o' trouble from the parenting department that very afternoon. I was one fast talking ten year old. (I was throwing the OTHER way! Didn't seem to help as much as I expected.)
See what happens when you don't have X-Box! Memories and things! They clog up your brain so they can't be good for you!
BD