As I age, I really miss those days in my youth when life was a lot more on the slow side; we didn’t have something to entertain us 24/7, but we did have our mind. Many days I would gather with others of my age and between us we would decide what we would do and where and it was just us that made that decision. If I needed a scooter I made one out of 2 X 4’s and nails with possibly an old skate for wheels. We wanted to play guns, fine, as long as we were careful. Our guns usually consisted of cut up rubber inner tubes from Howell Brothers and yet another 2 X 4 and a nail and small piece of wood for a trigger. We came up with a machine gun rubber gun by putting the 2 X 4 and putting notches in it and taking a string, hammering it in the front of the 2 X 4 and took the string all the way to the back. We then took cut up inner tubes and stretched them from the front to the back of our gun with the string under the rubber band. That way, when we pulled the string we would shoot those rubber bands one after another much like a machine gun.
We rode our bicycles all around town and at times, not far, but out in the country. We had no definite plans as to what we wanted to do, but we knew we would do something. Hodges Branch was also a very good place to play and possibly make money. The creek ran all the time then and was inhabited by numerous crawdads and very small fish. We would catch the crawdads and use them for bait and chase the small fish just for fun. We even once decided to catch and keep crawdads and sell them along with worms for some income. All was well until mom came into the garage one morning and there were crawdads all over the garage floor. That little situation ended our crawdad selling and my desire to keep them in our garage.