Bang Bang

Over the weekend, I did a combination of culture and nonsense in equal amounts, with culture probably the winner as usual.  When I went to visit the local history museum, I had expected to be the only one there, but surprisingly, there were a handful of people.  I am not quite sure exactly what prompted any of them to choose that particular hot saturday to make the rounds, but it seemed that most of them were having a good time- in particular, several young boys and girls who made the most of one large room set up to showcase toys of yesteryear, including instructions how to play them.  There were no video-games in sight, which was a godsend.

I was drawn to one particular game, which was an easy set-up of wooden or metal guns (all handmade from cheap materials) which used rubber bands as "bullets" and whose intent was to hit random targets made of an assemblage of whatnot.  This was great fun, and I joined the boys in a festive shoot 'em down.  Here are two good stories related to it- the kind, older boy (in blue), seeing that I was standing up, gave me a chair to sit in (he later found out himself) and his friend (or brother) in the grey could not make his gun "shoot", so we traded.  The joke of it is that I couldn't make it work either...

I must also add that the girls paid me no mind, so in that respect, I felt like I was back in grade school.