tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post2115065422267285829..comments2024-03-18T17:08:18.111-05:00Comments on Fatale Abstraction: phlegmfatalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08636803080525003892noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-30420853257881137182008-10-26T07:56:00.000-05:002008-10-26T07:56:00.000-05:00Missed out, but Dad always managed to score these ...Missed out, but Dad always managed to score these giant inner tubes from the logging trucks that weren't useable for that but could be patched. We'd jump on them, and, if you had good balance, you could lay one on it's end, squish it down, and climb on and jump on it. . even better than the hippity hop but if you got jumping too hard it would extend back up the whole way and throw you off. Those were BIG tires for a little kid.Home on the Rangehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03836315423040719919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-62723846641756800512008-10-25T11:00:00.000-05:002008-10-25T11:00:00.000-05:00I had one. And I must admit, I didn't get it, eith...I had one. And I must admit, I didn't get it, either.<BR/><BR/>::ba-dump-bump::<BR/><BR/>MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-69947384096672179782008-10-25T07:19:00.000-05:002008-10-25T07:19:00.000-05:00I did have one of those growing up. I don't rememb...I <I>did</I> have one of those growing up. I don't remember it being as shiny as the ones in the pic, but I loved it so! I pretended I was a kangaroo as I bounced all over the neighborhood. *sigh* Good times.Christina RN LMThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03260505524676910667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786818.post-85367268491865740822008-10-25T04:03:00.000-05:002008-10-25T04:03:00.000-05:00I remember those! I had many a time bouncing aroun...I remember those! I had many a time bouncing around on them,havin' the time of my life.<BR/><BR/>*giggling*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com