One of the real fun things to do was to peruse the treasures of the
village dump. Wow! We found a lot of good stuff there which we
cherished and took home (probably were then recycled by our parents
back to the village dump).
Another fun thing to do was to go there on burning day. We would
seek out old aerosol cans and then throw them into the fire and watch
them explode. Cheap thrills. Nobody injured. Stupid kids. Also,
if we had our bb guns with us we would shoot light bulbs to watch
them shatter. I don't know if the village dump is still there, but I
recall it was somewhere in back of Buckeye Feed Mills.
Other neato things to do on the East End was to ride our Schwinn
balloon tire bikes down by the feed mill and go on to ramps to see
how far we could fly off the ramps. The record was probably about 4
feet but it seemed like 20 feet. Nobody hurt.
Oh, I almost forgot our underground pit that we dug as a secret place
to go. It was covered by a corrugated tin roof. What a treasure
that pit was. Some kids built treehouses. We dug a pit. Is that
strange or what? I think maybe we hid some of our village dump
treasures in there too. Not sure if the parents knew about the pit.
I wonder if the pit is still there.
Anyone else remember the village dump? It was a real gem.
The Weaselmeister
