Of course, we had to be on the lookout for Indians and other 'bad guys'. We had our six-shooters filled with rolls of caps. Caps are explosives held between red and white papers. The noise was great and so was the smell of gun powder.
Some of the kids moved up to the next level in law enforcement with a BB gun. If you had a Daisy Red Ryder, you were the boss. Also, there were very few birds in your yard and some broken bottles behind the garage.
I didn't, of course, but I'm sure most of the other kids in my neighborhood grew up to be criminals.
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