Away from the house over the back alley was The Garage where Dad kept his tools and various implements of destruction, it was where I learned my love of fire and explosions. Paint cans explode, .22 cal shells explode etc. My hobby of doing plastic cars, war planes and tanks would be very realistic if they were shot with a .22 and burnt with flame thrower. Don’t let my grandsons read this.
I love this piece. It is a wonder any of us born in the 50's and before survived to procreate!! I remember holding firecrackers way too long and lighting them in the back yard/front yard to hear the explosions and see the sparks. So much fun.... so few fingers lost!
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