7 thoughts on “Building cardboard forts was the best…”
Old refrigerator boxes were the best.
thats how we played “tank”
We used old washing machine and dryer cabinets…Or the hole Dad dug to put a tobacco tin into the backyard to get better at putting. We dug the hole out big enough to house a half-dozen kids in a foxhole complete with a disabled machine gun and a parachute to cover. As Mom pointed out there was no way he could miss it now.
Great for grass sledding and rolling down hills in.
Beans that’s what we did after the fort fell apart. Had a great sledding hill in the park behind my house. Summer and winter.
Cederq, is that how you came by your (most commonly used) nickname, Boxhead? I couldn’t afford a cardboard box, but I had a roller instead, which consisted of a Sunshine Milk (“Keep a cow in the cupboard!) tin half-filled with stones, for weight and noise, and heavy guage fencing wire through the lid and bottom, which when the big tin was tipped sideways served as the axle and pull handle. That was all my mum could afford when earning 5 bob an hour (5 bob/5 Shillings/50 cents). You kind of had to use your imagination, a lot of it.
Our ultimate “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure” when we were kids was when our dad, who worked for the local power company, would bring home one of the large, wooden spools that the powerlines came wound upon. We’d pop out a couple of the center boards, slither our skinny asses inside, then have our friends roll us around. (It was FL, so no hills to allow gravity to work.) Cardboard boxes were few and far between and were held in high esteem.
Old refrigerator boxes were the best.
thats how we played “tank”
We used old washing machine and dryer cabinets…Or the hole Dad dug to put a tobacco tin into the backyard to get better at putting. We dug the hole out big enough to house a half-dozen kids in a foxhole complete with a disabled machine gun and a parachute to cover. As Mom pointed out there was no way he could miss it now.
Great for grass sledding and rolling down hills in.
Beans that’s what we did after the fort fell apart. Had a great sledding hill in the park behind my house. Summer and winter.
Cederq, is that how you came by your (most commonly used) nickname, Boxhead? I couldn’t afford a cardboard box, but I had a roller instead, which consisted of a Sunshine Milk (“Keep a cow in the cupboard!) tin half-filled with stones, for weight and noise, and heavy guage fencing wire through the lid and bottom, which when the big tin was tipped sideways served as the axle and pull handle. That was all my mum could afford when earning 5 bob an hour (5 bob/5 Shillings/50 cents). You kind of had to use your imagination, a lot of it.
Our ultimate “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure” when we were kids was when our dad, who worked for the local power company, would bring home one of the large, wooden spools that the powerlines came wound upon. We’d pop out a couple of the center boards, slither our skinny asses inside, then have our friends roll us around. (It was FL, so no hills to allow gravity to work.) Cardboard boxes were few and far between and were held in high esteem.