- Joined
- Oct 8, 2013
- Location
- “...somewhere between NY and PA”
It's sad that kid's imaginations have been stifled over the last 40 years.
Hell, I could take a broken tree branch, and in my imagination it became a sword, machine gun , or whatever .
Hehe. Inverted whiffle ball bats served as sniper rifles in a pinch... Then we would clamber aboard our motorized transports...
and go Rommel hunting with the Rat Patrol...
Ah, 7th, tell me again why we all had to go and grow up... (?)