Growing up in the late 70s and 80s, my childhood was drastically different from how my own kids are growing up today. On a Saturday morning, I could take off on my bike in the morning and potentially not come home until the streetlights came on. That was every kids’ warning that if you weren’t home in five minutes there would be hell to pay. If riding my bike along the railroad tracks in and outside of Durand wasn’t tempting fate, I found other ways to test my mortality. This includes almost burning down our garage while trying to make fire trails, but that’s a story for another time.
What surprises me more than anything is that we survived toys like horseshoes, Pogo sticks, and… well, Jarts! What are some other things from your childhood that you’re surprised you lived to tell about it.