Ha, Beastmaster....saw that and E.T. at a drive in theater in the same night! Was young.
Me I was a Crossbow kid. Made several lame attempts at making one. Also wanted the Indiana Jones utility rope! Shocked my parents when I somehow scrounged up the money to purchase one in a trip to Cherokee. They couldn't say no.
We want talk about the home made blow gun and dart I shot mom in the neck with from the rear bunk of a old camper. She never saw it coming from my "elevated blind" before lights out.
"Darr... The gods have put there mark on you, and some day, you will find out why".
Yep, one of my all-time favorites.
Fortunate for me growing up, anything archery related was hand-me-downs from my dad. From '77-'84 he worked at Jeffery Archery building recurve bows. He was considered to be a master bow builder by the time he left and he still regrets that move. At one time he had a collection of around a dozen cosmetic blem bows that he was lucky enough to get to keep. As a kid I would spend hours practicing with them and actually got really good. Still, my passion was bladed weapons. I would take off running into the woods with nothing but a stick that looked like a sword and play swordfight with random pine trees. That always kept me very entertained for some reason.
Something I haven't thought of in 20 years: When I was a kid, I was scared to death of practically everything. If it was mechanical, automotive, electrical, had opening/closing doors, moved by itself, I didn't want anything to do with it. Cars, trucks, motorcycles, ferris wheels, rollercoasters, washing machines, clogged toilets, and everything in between. Nope nope nope! I'd run away screaming.
I always never wore shoes and hated even the thought of going shirtless. Had no friends come over either. Didn't bother me one bit. I'd go find a really cool looking stick that
sort of looked like a sword I saw in a movie once, go disappear in the woods for several hours and when I come home there would be every stray dog within 10 miles following right beside me.