Dave Balderstone said:

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...

Or how about Cox model rockets. An 8 ounce plastic model rocket that
you stuffed Estes "C" engines into and hoped it made it off the
ground. If the parachute failed, as it frequently did, one could be
impaled by a red plastic high velocity pointy stick from above.

Standing around the launch site, gazing at the sky for a tell-tale
sign of the aberrant missile, would sometimes result in a loud "thunk"
as the rocket's hard plastic nose cone impaled the hard, sun-baked
clay to a depth of 3-4" - three feet ahead of you. Talk about putting
your eye out...

Between this and the violent explosions from homemade rocket
propellants, I had few friends left by the time puberty arrived.

Oh, yes. The Darwin factor certainly cleaned up the gene pool when I
was a child - damned tort lawyers... g


Greg G.