Jeeze what a great thread. I was born in '83 so I caught the very tail end of all of this before "safety" was invented. I had such a fun childhood and a lot of times activities around the neighborhood were sketchy at best. I escaped childhood unscathed.
Some from my days were 12' high metal slides baked to perfection in the 95+ degree Northern Illinois summer heat. We also had a mini bike ('77 Honda Z50), bb guns, wooden bike ramps, flaming tennis balls, etc.
Its not a toy, but a dangerous game played around 8th grade. It was called "Scruffy" in our area. Basically you would find a realistic stuffed animal and tie 25' or so of strong fishing line to it. This was at night when dark. Like 10 of us, all staying overnight at one house, would wander through a field to a road. Said animal was put on the other side and we were across the road hiding off the shoulder (laying down). When head lights approached you would pull the animal across. Some people drilled it, others came to a screeching hault and some swerved. One guy parked the car and chased us through the field. Nobody caught, nobody hurt.
Simple times
Some from my days were 12' high metal slides baked to perfection in the 95+ degree Northern Illinois summer heat. We also had a mini bike ('77 Honda Z50), bb guns, wooden bike ramps, flaming tennis balls, etc.
Its not a toy, but a dangerous game played around 8th grade. It was called "Scruffy" in our area. Basically you would find a realistic stuffed animal and tie 25' or so of strong fishing line to it. This was at night when dark. Like 10 of us, all staying overnight at one house, would wander through a field to a road. Said animal was put on the other side and we were across the road hiding off the shoulder (laying down). When head lights approached you would pull the animal across. Some people drilled it, others came to a screeching hault and some swerved. One guy parked the car and chased us through the field. Nobody caught, nobody hurt.
Simple times