The ones we got were in a red box but I don't think they were cowboys. I did have some guns but most of the time we'd just fold them up accordion style and hammer them I think.hobie16 wrote:
I used to see how low I could go taking turns and regularly wiped out doing so -- usually there was a triangle of gravel in the middle of this one intersection, but if someone had kicked the gravel over toward the side it'd get me. Managed to actually wedge a hunk of gravel in my knee cap one time, which of course led to much disgusting festering and whatnot, until finally my mom stuffed me in the tub for a long soak so she cold strip off all the thick scabs and ick in order to find and dig the sucker out.felinefan wrote: I had a bike when I was a kid, and I would go as fast as I could, especially around corners. I nearly bought it a few times. Worst thing that happened to me was falling off and skinning the heels of my hands and my knees.

She also decided to pierce my ears herself, but didn't go all the way through on the first try with one, so now I have to work the earring around a bend. And of course I'm now married to a guy who thinks pierced ears are barbaric and is creeped out by my lovely dangly earrings.
