Lawn darts were awesome. I also remember when they tried to make them safer by replacing the metal spike with plastic covered cement. Yeah, that was safer. No longer a stabbing threat, now a bludgeoning threat.
You're lucky to be alive! You know Mikey, from the commercial "Hey Mikey! He likes it!"? Yeah, he didn't die in Vietnam like everyone said. He survived 'Nam only to be killed by his little sister with a bad arc on a Jart straight into his eye. Right in the mother fucking eye, man!
We'd split into teams and lob the jarts over the house and dodge the incoming. Somehow nobody ever got hurt. Lots of fun though.
Lawn darts were awesome. I also remember when they tried to make them safer by replacing the metal spike with plastic covered cement. Yeah, that was safer. No longer a stabbing threat, now a bludgeoning threat.
Cleaned out my grandparents' garage a few years ago. Found my dad and uncles' old lawn dart set, so my kids will know the joy of lawn darts.
You're lucky to be alive! You know Mikey, from the commercial "Hey Mikey! He likes it!"? Yeah, he didn't die in Vietnam like everyone said. He survived 'Nam only to be killed by his little sister with a bad arc on a Jart straight into his eye. Right in the mother fucking eye, man!
My father stuck a bow and arrow target in the back yard, and a pellet gun target in the basement. We were never supervised.