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<blockquote data-quote="Lammie" data-source="post: 420001" data-attributes="member: 3306"><p>We never shot each other with BB guns. I think my sister and older brother did, though. They would also throw firecrackers at each other. </p><p></p><p>I have a scar on my right wrist from where I got my first stitches. My sister threw apair of scissors at my older brother Joe, and I got caught in the crossfire. I was probably about 3. I can remember getting the stitches and I slightly remember when I was cut, looking at the blood. </p><p></p><p>We threw little green plumbs at each other. We would make forts and then chuck them at each other. We must have had thousands of little plumbs and they smarted when they hit. </p><p></p><p>We also blew up rotten fruit with fire crackers. And model cars, and we made little holes in to bigger ones. </p><p></p><p>And we played at construction sites. And we went into a grain elevator and played. </p><p></p><p>Stupid stuff.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lammie, post: 420001, member: 3306"] We never shot each other with BB guns. I think my sister and older brother did, though. They would also throw firecrackers at each other. I have a scar on my right wrist from where I got my first stitches. My sister threw apair of scissors at my older brother Joe, and I got caught in the crossfire. I was probably about 3. I can remember getting the stitches and I slightly remember when I was cut, looking at the blood. We threw little green plumbs at each other. We would make forts and then chuck them at each other. We must have had thousands of little plumbs and they smarted when they hit. We also blew up rotten fruit with fire crackers. And model cars, and we made little holes in to bigger ones. And we played at construction sites. And we went into a grain elevator and played. Stupid stuff. [/QUOTE]
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