TychoMonolyth
Boreal Curing
For us it was the 70s. We didn't have helicopter parents on the farm. We used to play cowboys and indians, everyone had a Daisy BB gun, everyone got hurt, and someone always drew blood. The only rule was "No shooting in the face."a motto we prescribed to in the '80s was:
'How do ya know when you're having too
much fun??? Somebody gets hurt.......
My cousin was playing chicken with his brother and shot him in the leg with a fucking arrow because he wouldn't move! lol.
It's a wonder no one died.