"Remember what you said to me? Look, over there, I'm taking care of my son. I bet you feel like a fool now, don't you? Remember what I told you I was going to do to you..."
There will be darts.
I mean, he ain't wrong...
An enemy of fun and freedom.
I had a much older brother and sister who used to throw lawn darts at me, starting when I was about three years old. One of my earliest memories is realizing, with terror, that, "wow, they actually don't care if they really hurt me."
I remain in favor of legalizing lawn darts, and outlawing sociopaths.
I remember watching my two older brothers 'playing' when we were kids. One threw a chunk of broken concrete that he could barely lift at the other one's head, who ended up needing stitches. We were too poor for lawn darts.
When I was 9 or 10 we would break down the bamboo-looking things growing in the neighbors yard and just beat each other over the heads with them (we were DOING BATTLE). I've still got a little scar on my cheek somewhere from one of them shattering on me.
Also a few people I know (but hadn't met yet at the time), back in 8th or 9th grade, got about 10 kids together and tried to roll a big, 9 foot high boulder down a hill onto the train tracks on a blind curve, as a prank. They couldn't budge it of course, because it was a piece of granite bigger than a minivan, but they tried.
5'd because I remember watching this as a kid on TV and for whatever, horrible reason I am still not aware of it gave me fits of the giggles.
If only that little girl had been carrying a lawn dart of her own.
30 years later Joan Rivers was killed by negligence
After that and Bag 'O Glass were recalled, childhood games just weren't the same anymore.
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