Play fighting with cheap plastic swords and shields....and after a short time fighting the sword would buckle at the joint between the blade and hilt, turning into an infinitely more deadly plastic whip.
I'm still glad to have 10 fingers and 2 eyes! I look back on those times with horror, especially now that I have a rambunctious 8yr old.We used to play manhunt with air pistols.
It became very frightening and deadly serious, when you were the last one to get caught and about a dozen lads were after you with air pistols![]()
I'm still glad to have 10 fingers and 2 eyes! I look back on those times with horror, especially now that I have a rambunctious 8yr old.
Getting ye ass kicked by literally anyone. I don’t have any unique opinions on childhood experience but that’s all I remember.
Am i right @chicoazul ?
I remember getting legged everywhere by older kids. For no particular reason other than to catch you and give you a good shoeing
That was heartbreaking for us ugly lads.Kiss chase in the playgroundFew sexual harassment cases if allowed now I imagine.

Thought it was the lads who did the chasing??That was heartbreaking for us ugly lads.
I never got chased...
You must've heard Frank Caine's Mrs, Margy, getting banged by all the other fishermen on the island while Frank merrily fished his spot, happily whistling away while Margy got the back rattled out of her.Night fishing on Princes park at the weekends, mid to late eighties. Seen some sights and worked out what was what pretty quickly but didn’t half have some laughs, especially in the summer holidays.
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