we had a similar gun in the 70’s in northern nj but we used many rubberbands(the more the deadlier the sting) and we nailed a spring clothing pin to hold the rubberbands and projectile. we even fashioned them to look like machineguns. at times we even had double barrel guns by using two or even 3 pins. after a few years of this during the summer, the weapons were becoming to powerful and the projectile of choice became the round part that soda and beer cans had when you open them. they would be all over the ground in those days since they detached when a can was opened. soon after our parents banned our weapons. we destroyed most and hid some–never to be used again.
You all sound like youngsters compared to me. My first and only bike came at age 13 in 1939. It was the Rolls Royce of bicycles; a Rollfast with a tank and a horn on the tank, a headlight on the front fender, a streight bar accross the chrome handlebr. It also had a carrier on the back fender and a chain guard. There was also a speedometer/odometer which registered to 50 mph.The crowning glory was the Fisk whitewall Air Flight inflatable tires. At that time, (still into the depression) the retail cost of this “machine” was $47.50. My Dad got it wholesale for $29.00. That bike was transported to North Carolina where I attended collage and then was transported accross the country to Los Angeles. I equiped it with a $50.00 Whizzer motor that I rode through the canyons between N. Hollywood and Van Nuys to Los Angeles and Westwood. I eventually hit a car that ran a red light. I flipped over the front of the car. The bike ended up a lot worse than I did.
How about the wooden produce box ends that we used to put into an “L” shape and cut two edges off the right angle sides then put a nail in the front and attach a rubber band and pull it over the lip at the right agle. Then put a little square of light cardboard between the rubber band and push the rubber band off with the thumb and watch the missle go flying. It had quite a force and a bit of a sting if it hit you. A bit more creative than the guns the kids use today.
I remember that every fall the Duncan demo team would come to our school. One year they would demonstrate yo-yo’s and the next year it would be tops. This was in the 70’s. The wooden tops were the best. You would have to buy special replacement tips for the tops because they would wear out on the asphalt. I still look for those tops. I see Duncan makes still makes yo-yos, but I haven’t seen the tops in 20 years. Too bad.
I was the pogo stick champ of my block. I could pogo down steps, up steps, off stoops, you name it. I sucked at hoola hoops but pogo was my thing. I grew up on 175th Street off MaCoombs Road in the Bronx. I went to PS 104 school. THere was nothing like growing up in those days of the early 60s.
We, generation “Y” had “skip-its” its a ufo looking globe about the size of a semi flattened soft ball connected to a rod that was connected to a loop that was stuck around your ankle, you swung it around you and jumped over it. and it counted how many jumps you had, pretty cool if your 8..
In the Forties (around 47), in Hollywood. A salesman from Duncan YoYo would meet kids outside of school (elementary) and walk us, in a group, a long block up to the corner drug store. He would then demonstrate all the tricks he could do on a YoYo. He was very good at it, and of course you could buy a Duncan YoYo at the Drug store. I was able to do several tricks but could never to “rock the cradle”