Fun pub discussion last night - things your kids will never know or experience

[Snarkoleptic]

263. Summers on my uncle's farm.

I was 8-9 the first time I got to drive the combine, pickup truck, cub cadet.
Collecting eggs in the coop, detasseling corn, mixing concrete, frolicking in the hay-mow.
Converting the old horse tank into a defacto swimming pool.
Playing with the CB radio and walking to the general store to buy dime candies.
BB guns, fireworks, county fair to see my cousin's blue ribbon sheep (judges always seemed fixated on the rear-view).
Tennis ball cannons fueled by lighter fluid and made from soup cans taped together.
Wrist rocket sling shots.

Being a feral suburban child during the summer and disappearing for 6-8 hours without questioning.

Later, when neighboring Wisconsin raised its drinking age to 21 (from 18) and my buddies and I were grandfathered in. This led to many, many trips over the border to Lake Geneva.