Yeah, I admit I’m old enough to remember click-clacks.
I had several air rifles when I was a boy. None of them are still around, though… One of them shot large plastic projectiles that mounted to the muzzle. I got this when I was six, and the first thing I did with it was shoot my little sister in the eye. (I wasn’t aiming, and I didn’t even intend to fire it. She was fine except for a small bruise she could have gotten in any number of ways…)
Mom was livid and demanded that guns be forbidden in the house. Dad was stern but in private he was “attaboy!”
Later I moved up to BB guns. Now for a 10 year old, a BB gun is a REAL gun! I think the only people I didn’t eventually shoot with this gun were my mom and the local sheriff’s deputies. Everyone else was fair game, if I could hit them without being seen, that is… that usually meant I aimed for the posterior.
Finally, I got a 14-gauge hunting shotgun. But by then, I was old enough not to consider it a toy. It was a hunting weapon. My cousin in NC has it now.
I also launched quite a few Estes rockets. Got burned a few times, too. And I sent one through a picture window into a neighbor’s living room late at night as she was dozing off in front of the TV. It was so cool - you could see scorch marks where it climbed the wall and got stuck in the ceiling’s corner. I still wish I had been in the room to see it. It set the carpet on fire, too. Needless to say, she was pissed.
Then there’s all the cool fireworks that used to be available when I was a teen. We used to have wars - tape pairs of roman candles to the handlebars of our bikes, or stand on opposite ends of a basketball court and launch bottle rockets at each other, using only trashcan lids for cover.
(The latter was a lot of fun… you couldn’t hold the rocket stem when it went off, or you’d burn your hand. So you had to hold the rocket by the stem in one hand, light the fuse with the cigarette in your mouth, and then when the fuse was just about done, you gently loft the rocket into the air. With skill, you could aim the things pretty good this way. And even though they had a report at the end, the worst anyone got hurt was a few second degree burns. I got hurt worse riding a bike.)
Kids’ recreation these days is way too safe. No wonder they’re packing guns and building pipe bombs.