There’s nothing like running Hell bent for leather at the enemy with your grenade and it’s fuse flying madly in the wind, and upon spotting an enemy combatant, to grab one end of the grenade in your teeth, pull, and let the rest fly. One of the kids would say “Man we don’t keep bombs like that in our bathroom. All we got is these stick-on headbands.”
I didn’t have the grenades or the headbands. I feel like I missed out on something big.
I used an old caulking gun with a barrel made from a chunk of hockey stick — a nifty submachine gun for a young boy! I don’t feel deprived.