As navigator and colleague in those autumnal sorties, I should add to the aforegoing a key technological discovery on our part that enabled the clean getaways whence we could safely turn and watch our flamework: we somehow discovered that we could delay ignition for crucial extra seconds by wetting the matchhead with saliva. I can still taste the excitement of those matches. It is through such research and development, and intrepid application of the results, that society advances into a future where the streets are still full of leaves but the kids are all indoors and I haven’t seen a spool in decades.
Yeah, we kids were forced by circumstances to create our own means of having fun in the daytime and the nighttime, entertainment not yet being handed on a liquid crystal platter to everyone within mindshot… Minds weren’t yet plugins; we were our own software.
But it seems to me, Mick, that it was just you and I who did (or instigated) these things; I don’t recall ever ‘walking into’ any such events already under way; maybe you do? The Case of the Flaming Thruway comes to mind as a possible exception, though I’m not sure the statute of limitation has expired on that one, so I’ll say no more…
We were mad kid scientists and the world was our laboratory. We climbed, we dug, we exploded, we explored, we built, we created, we mixed, we tore down, we carved, we sped, we sharpened, we dove, we plunged, we tested everything. And everything met our requirements. We certified the world as a worthy app.