Monday, July 26, 2010
As a kid I lived on many military bases. The streets are usually crescent shaped. It was unheard of to be friends with kids that lived on the OTHER side of the 'U'. You could hang out in school but, after hours, your side of the street was like your gang, especially in the summer.
I remember a particularly violent war we had with the 'bad side' of Petawawa Cres on CFB Shilo. We armed ourselves with garbage can lids and long sticks as we rode our bikes through their 'territory'. More often than not you ended up crashing your bike and taking a beating with rocks or fists because you couldn't work the shield/lance combination like you thought you could.
Once, after scouting a construction site after hours, we found a box of heavy ball bearings. It was like we just won the neighborhood arm's race. They were easier to throw and did more damage than ordinary rocks. So much damage that when you beaned a kid he more often than not went home and that reduced his gang's ranks.
Once when we thought we had sent enough of the other side home, we planned a victory bike ride through their territory. To stop us the remaining kids had the bright idea to lie down on the street, thinking we would stop and turn around. We didn't. We ran right over them and rode away with their screams echoing in our ears.
That incident got the parent's involved and soon the inter-crescent wars were over - except for the exaggerated stories we told or our exploits. Good Times.
Posted by Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness at 5:22 PM