In article , Greg G.
wrote:

In my generation, it was the rolling egg - an orange plastic
contraption you climbed into and held on for dear life as your friends
rolled you down a steep hill. If you weren't thrown free and impaled
by a pointy stick, the leg and arm fractures would cripple you.

Lawn Darts...

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