As a child I remember that I use to make "boats" out of a small strip of 2x4, nails and some wire to go around the edges so "nobody" would fall off. I remember making pretend cars out of cardboard boxes and race cares out of tricycle tires, parts of old pedal cars and coke boxes for the seats. Goodness, I haven't thought of any of that for a few decades. As a child, I also had a mischievous streak in me. My dad called it meanness but I wasn't really mean. We had 2 old maid sisters who lived next door that spent all their time cleaning up the yard, messing with their flower beds and spraying bird poop off their side walk. It use to drive them berserk if their sidewalk was dirty. So, I use to go buy black licorice, chew it up and spit all over their sidewalk just so I could watch them run for the broom, soap powder and water hose. I got my hide tanned more than once for that but it never stopped me. I even did it the last day we lived next to them just as we were getting ready to go to our new house we had bought. Carol