Seriously folks

I remember ruining my dad's pliers by putting caps in the jaws and then smacking them with a hammer. 🤣
heh -- that's usually what I did.
My mother was... kinda progressive, I guess. No gun toys for me. E.g., I could have caps, but no cap guns. Fortunately, there are plenty of ways to blast caps sans a cap gun.
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* My mother would tell you that, if a kid is deprived of gun toys, a kid'll spontaneously generate gun toys from sticks, lumber, paper towel rolls, whatever. ;) I even had GI Joes, but no guns for 'em (except the 45 cal sidearms that they came bundled with). I had a space capsule and astronaut GI Joe, aircraft carrier guy GI Joe, you name it... :)
 
heh -- that's usually what I did.
My mother was... kinda progressive, I guess. No gun toys for me. E.g., I could have caps, but no cap guns. Fortunately, there are plenty of ways to blast caps sans a cap gun.
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* My mother would tell you that, if a kid is deprived of gun toys, a kid'll spontaneously generate gun toys from sticks, lumber, paper towel rolls, whatever. ;) I even had GI Joes, but no guns for 'em (except the 45 cal sidearms that they came bundled with). I had a space capsule and astronaut GI Joe, aircraft carrier guy GI Joe, you name it... :)
Ohh, I created a few shooting devices in place of you guns. Bean shooters, soda can tab shooters…
 
I remember ruining my dad's pliers by putting caps in the jaws and then smacking them with a hammer. 🤣
I had many ways to fire off caps including little bomb things with fins on them and a sort of spring-loaded striker on the front that would fire the cap when you threw it and it hit something. It still have my cap guns around in a chest of such toys, but rather short on caps.
 
We had to ride our bikes about 2 miles into a small town in the next county to get caps as they were banned, as were sparklers, snakes, and punks, in Milwaukee County.

I remember banging whole rolls with a hammer and being wary of the kickback on it from the explosion.
 
I still remember when a neighbor two doors down used to buy a lot of fireworks from....wherever, long before they were legal here. M-80s were a big deal. I don't think we can buy them anymore, regardless of location. In high school, there were reports of students letting off M-80s in the bathrooms. (They would light a cigarette and stick the wick down by the filter, causing a delayed reaction.) It was kind of funny at graduation, at the Silverdome, when an M-80 went off (likely in one of their bathrooms), almost like our calling card for our class. 😁

My cousin also gave me these two sticks that he told me never to light off in the neighborhood which, of course, I did. They fired off six rounds of some loud, boomy thing high into the air. I still haven't found anything like these either. Anything today just makes a loud "clack" rather than an actual boom.

We were all such hoodlums back in the day. 😁
 
I still remember when a neighbor two doors down used to buy a lot of fireworks from....wherever, long before they were legal here. M-80s were a big deal. I don't think we can buy them anymore, regardless of location. In high school, there were reports of students letting off M-80s in the bathrooms. (They would light a cigarette and stick the wick down by the filter, causing a delayed reaction.) It was kind of funny at graduation, at the Silverdome, when an M-80 went off (likely in one of their bathrooms), almost like our calling card for our class. 😁

My cousin also gave me these two sticks that he told me never to light off in the neighborhood which, of course, I did. They fired off six rounds of some loud, boomy thing high into the air. I still haven't found anything like these either. Anything today just makes a loud "clack" rather than an actual boom.

We were all such hoodlums back in the day. 😁
In Ontario it was "cherry bombs" and the biggest ones, "checkers". Ah, the things we blew up with them...
 
I still remember when a neighbor two doors down used to buy a lot of fireworks from....wherever, long before they were legal here. M-80s were a big deal. I don't think we can buy them anymore, regardless of location. In high school, there were reports of students letting off M-80s in the bathrooms. (They would light a cigarette and stick the wick down by the filter, causing a delayed reaction.) It was kind of funny at graduation, at the Silverdome, when an M-80 went off (likely in one of their bathrooms), almost like our calling card for our class. 😁

My cousin also gave me these two sticks that he told me never to light off in the neighborhood which, of course, I did. They fired off six rounds of some loud, boomy thing high into the air. I still haven't found anything like these either. Anything today just makes a loud "clack" rather than an actual boom.

We were all such hoodlums back in the day. 😁
Yep back on the 80s we always found places to buy illegal fireworks. I remember one year a bunch of us went to somebody’s house to buy fireworks and he had enough illegal stuff in his garage to probably take out half the block if it ignited. Crazy to think if it now.
 
Yep back on the 80s we always found places to buy illegal fireworks. I remember one year a bunch of us went to somebody’s house to buy fireworks and he had enough illegal stuff in his garage to probably take out half the block if it ignited. Crazy to think if it now.
That almost sounds like what our neighbor described back then. Only, the fireworks filled the guy's basement. 😮

Future crater if something sparked down there...
n Ontario it was "cherry bombs" and the biggest ones, "checkers". Ah, the things we blew up with them...
I remember hearing about cherry bombs here also, but never actually saw one. I think I had a couple of M-80s at some point.

The last time I had something called an M-90 a few years ago, it was nothing more than a loud clack. No fun in that! (And I wondered how many I could have used to make my own equivalent of the M-80...but wasn't clever, or dumb, enough to attempt it.)
 
Yep back on the 80s we always found places to buy illegal fireworks. I remember one year a bunch of us went to somebody’s house to buy fireworks and he had enough illegal stuff in his garage to probably take out half the block if it ignited. Crazy to think if it now.
They were always legal here, though firecrackers vanished long ago. We used to build a raft filled with a massive variety of types, designed a wick system so that lighting one would light the rest and shoved it out into the lake. Very impressive!
 
Where veggies go to slowly expire...
I'm starting to think that leftover containers are food coffins. Some of the time, it's food we didn't care for that much (or got tired of), so rather than throw it out immediately, we put it in the coffins, give it a couple of weeks in the fridge, then have an excuse to throw it out...
 
Yep back on the 80s we always found places to buy illegal fireworks. I remember one year a bunch of us went to somebody’s house to buy fireworks and he had enough illegal stuff in his garage to probably take out half the block if it ignited. Crazy to think if it now.
Based on the pyrotechnics in this 'hood on the 4th weekend, you still can.
There's a trailer that shows up every late June selling fireworks but those are nothing like the fountains & rockets some of my neighbors had.
Can't imagine what they spent.
 
Can't imagine what they spent.
Based on what our neighbors behind us were firing off, they had to have spent at least a few hundred dollars. The closest store to us is Pro Fireworks. Some of the assortments are $250. Someone getting the Venom Shells (normally $75) would get two launching tubes with 24 shells, which might be what our neighbors had. But I've seen a lot of locals go overboard with this stuff. Costco and other big box stores sell fireworks but they're nothing like what is available at a proper fireworks store.
 
Ohh, I created a few shooting devices in place of you guns. Bean shooters, soda can tab shooters…
We would cut the tops and bottoms off beer cans, tape about 5 or 6 together with "Duck" tape, with the bottom most can left with its bottom intact and the top of this one "can-opened*" around its perimeter and a "can-opened" hole in the side at its bottom for a port to inject flammable liquid of our choice.

We'd ram a tennis ball all the way down, squirt some of the aforementioned flammable liquid (careful, too much has detrimental consequences), touch it off with a match (preferred) or lighter (hands get burned😎) and watch the projectile speed off to whatever target we chose. Cars, usually. Little punks!😂

Always worked until we got overzealous and blew it up.

*image of an old fashioned (lolski) "can-opened" beer can.**
** Incidentally, this particular artifact was opened first on one side as usual, then the macho-man would partially open the opposite side while sucking on the first opening. This was (I'm sure still is - although employed through a different technique) called shooting a beer.🤤
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We would cut the tops and bottoms off beer cans, tape about 5 or 6 together with "Duck" tape, with the bottom most can left with its bottom intact and the top of this one "can-opened*" around its perimeter and a "can-opened" hole in the side at its bottom for a port to inject flammable liquid of our choice.

We'd ram a tennis ball all the way down, squirt some of the aforementioned flammable liquid (careful, too much has detrimental consequences), touch it off with a match (preferred) or lighter (hands get burned😎) and watch the projectile speed off to whatever target we chose. Cars, usually. Little punks!😂

Always worked until we got overzealous and blew it up.

*image of an old fashioned (lolski) "can-opened" beer can.**
** Incidentally, this particular artifact was opened first on one side as usual, then the macho-man would partially open the opposite side while sucking on the first opening. This was (I'm sure still is - although employed through a different technique) called shooting a beer.🤤
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I don’t know how we ever made it through childhood; or how soft today’s generation is by comparison; another dangerous contraption was grabbing a glass bottle, putting dry ice inside, capping it and tossing: what could possibly go wrong!!!
 
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