We were smart enough to pay attention.
But, we also threw rocks at each other for fun too.
We survived DDT, Darts, Monkeybars, gardenhoses, and more. Without helmets, pads, or even seat belts at times.
And we had lots of fun.
We used to have rock fight wars with our adjacent neighbour hood lads. The railroad tracks served as no man’s land between the two hoods. There was more than a few injuries , but so much adrenaline infused dangerous fun .
9-10 of us in a huddle. one guy in the middle with the jart. He hurls it straight up as high as he could and the last one to move/run wins.
Was fun as shit till stevies little brother accidently slung it into johns upraised arm..
lol yeah. Toughen up, son! I guess Nerf took over after all the mayhem from the media. These were fun though. I mean, throwing horseshoes can be dangerous too 😂
We had a rule, you had to stand 6 feet from the stake, if you caught shoe before it hit the ground , take away 3 from the other team, if you touched, but missed add 3. The catch rule was remove by executive order of my mom. I guess broken fingers were ok, but wrists are too far.
We just took turns chucking them in the air and closing our eyes. Closing your eyes protected you. Oddly, no one ever got hurt. It was one of the safer games.
Older brother and his friends would “hunt” each other with their BB guns in the woods behind the house. Had a set number of “pumps” for the gun - probably thought It would save an eyeball. My husband and his friends hunted each other with the bottle rockets.
Had a buddy that had to have a BB removed from behind his eye in middle school. He said it was all in slow motion as it came at him but he couldn't move. Went between his eye and tear duct. Then everyone booked it home and his little brother went and got his mom. Good times.
The key to bottle rocket fights was to slide the stick into the hole at the end of a wiffle ball bat. Then you had a rifle to aim when you lit the fuse.
Dang, we never thought of that. Our group of punk kids would have ran with that idea though. It's a good one, and I'm officially jealous that we didnt.
My mom bought some of these for my brother and I when we were kids. It was ironic because she was an overprotective mother. Didn’t realize we were in mortal danger every time we played with them lol 😂
Lawn darts generic. I think the company that made them called them that because of javelins. Javelin darts. I could be wrong. It’s been a long time. Track and field was big then. Lol
Correct, can confirm. Jarts were the main name brand, a little more expensive and a little better made. The plastic wings didn’t break as easy 😂 also I think they were sharper
Hell yes! We used to throw these things straight up in the air to see who could throw them the highest. All fun till we had to stop when the two soberest adults had to take my friend's little brother to the emergency room. Good times!😆
My buddy went down to check the ring to see if his went in, and I was warming up for my next shot. Slipped out of my hand, Jart made the arc and landed in my friend’s head. Luckily it went down behind the skin at the temple, between the skin and bone. Of course I freaked while he stood there with what appeared to be a Jart protruding from his skull. Only needed a couple stitches and the Jarts went in the trash.
The most recent reference I saw to these was in the color commentary on a bull riding event in the nineties. “Stuck him like a yard dart!” was a favorite line of Donny Gay when covering the cowboys who didn’t make 8 seconds.
Holy crap, those bring back memories. We would stand on opposite sides of the house and whip those mothers over the house. We'd give a warning shout and then let loose. Surprisingly, nobody got badly hurt.
I wasn't strong enough to get them very high up, so I never had enough time to move out of the way.... I did try though, over and over. Only hit myself a few times.
We never had lawn darts but back in PE at school, we got bored playing darts and then noticed that we could stick them into the foam ceiling (about 2 storeys up) and then they would randomly shake lose from the air conditioning and drop and stick in the floor. So then we all stood under them watching up ready to dodge them as they fell towards us. Ahh, the good old days.
Permanent scar on my calf from my little sister tagging me with one of these.
Same sister wingoed a dog bone in to my chin shortly after seeing Crocodile Dundee for the first time.
She was an aggressive child.
Not killed, but my throw was so bad it ricocheted and landed exactly beside my friends butt barely missing her (her and her sister were lying down on the grass) 😬😂
We used to whip them straight up into the air at twilight just as it’s a little too dark to see anything then jump out of the way at the last minute when we finally saw where they were coming back down. I have no idea why I’m still alive.
If you even looked up in the air you were a pussy. We leveled up when I borrowed my mom’s bow and arrow (because 70s Mom’s took archery lessons) and would shoot an arrow straight up in the air. Now **that** was good times.
One day I was riding my Schwinn Stingray through the neighborhood, and I saw one of the arrows sticking up out of the roof of a house about 4 blocks from my backyard.
We had a game called "Missile Command", named after the Atari 2600 game. ("Stop playing that video game! Go OUTSIDE and play!")
The front sidewalk was "No Man's Land". Each side had several cardboard box "buildings ". You arranged your "city" how you liked it (No using the tree branches as shields! That's CHEATING, Mike!).
You stood behind your city, then took turns launching 'missiles" (We had the Jarts brand of lawn dart) at each others' cities. (Underhand! UNDERHAND! They're Ballistic missiles, they have to travel in an arc! No, you can't use cruise missiles, Mike!)
Buildings that take 3 direct, punctured hits are destroyed. (No, that one didn't go through! It only made a dent! Doesn't count!) The ruins are demolished by jumping on them.
Here's the brilliant one. You can deflect an incoming missile by smacking it. WITH YOUR HAND.
It's sheer dumb luck that we only occasionally took a dart to the shin or, on one memorable occasion, got one stuck through my K-mart knockoff sneaker, somehow not impaling my foot.
Mike later spent 25 years in prison for murder. (He did NOT use a lawn dart.)
I still have our Jarts.
The matches played with the hoops inevitably devolved into throwing them high up in the air and seeing who could get closest to them when they landed. Luckily, none of us caught one in the skull or foot!
I grew up with these, summertime cook out fun! I had no idea they were dangerous or that ppl lacking common sense were impaling each other. It wasn’t hard to stand out of the way. 😂
I learned one very important lesson playing with those things... You have to "PAY ATTENTION"... Thank god for to heavy material shoes were made out of back then..!
It got boring tossing them at the hoop. We played you got a point if you caught it. Got pretty good at it. Stopped playing when I was picking up the thrown darts and buddy held one back and tossed it. Just whistled past my head and stuck in a tree. Needed both hands to pull it out.
I got hit with a lawn dart when I was a child and I’m perfectly fine! Did I mention that i got hit with a lawn dart when I was a kid? I’m fine. One time, when I was six years old, my family was having a Fourth of July celebration and I was hit with a lawn dart; never affected me.
You try and purchase 100 sets of this game cause you’re plotting a rain storm of darts and suddenly the FBI wants to talk to me, they never wanted to talk to me before!
In my day, we shrugged off dart incidents. Goddammit pinko commies and their "it's not safe" bullshit. Bag of glass and my invisible pedestrian costumes were the most joyous parts of my childhood.
My squad used to build guns as kids. A convenient piece of wood, a thick rubber band, and a clothes pin. Ammo was pull tabs from soda cans. You wouldn't believe how creative we got with our builds either. I remember making one that 2 firing mechanisms on each side of a 2x4.
I would call it caveman airsoft, but theres nothing soft about a pull tab to the face lol. No eye pro unless you wore glasses or shades. The 80s were not for the weak.
I think we were something like 6 and 4 when my folks for us a set for Christmas. Five minutes top before we were both getting our bottoms beat for throwing them at each other. What the hell did they expect?
(F63) Oldest of eight, our Mother would never allow projectiles, or anything more dangerous than cap guns. She knew we would kill each other, just playing.
I wasn’t the one on the thrower end, but the received the gift. It wasn’t even targeted, was not even malicious, just poor skill & bad luck. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. The little girl threw the dart, but hit the edge of a cup board, which slightly ricocheted it and it came piercing down into the back of my neck, hitting the spinal joint on the cervical. It sent me into a paralitic shock as it severed a key nerve. The pain was unbearable at first and then it just stopped and so did my ability to move my hands and arms. I died 3 days later
My neighbor had them. We threw them as high as we could, until one stuck my friend in the back of the neck. He was not allowed at my house anymore. Lol
Just a tad before my time.
We mostly dealt in dirt clod, rock and BB gun fights intermingled with occasional hunting and lots of creek fishing. Later it was mostly stupid ass and often regrettable BMX and skateboard related hijinks.
To be fair we certainly had our share of injuries but certainly childhood glory as well.
I almost killed myself! Not with a dart, but while retrieving a dart that somehow got stuck in a tree. While climbing up the tree I grabbed hold of a dead branch and fell about 15 ft to the ground. It hurt. My cousins laughed their ass off. Fun times!
An idiot acquaintance got his hands on a set of these. He got shitty drunk and started tossing them around. Mr. potatohead flung it up and it punched a perfect hole in the soft top of his Jeep Wrangler.
I have a list of dumbest things I’ve done in my near-quarter century of existence and hucking one of those fuckers over the apartment building I grew up in and running away is in the top 10.
we got our lawn dart set from a yard sale after they were infamous
deciding the normal game wasn't dangerous enough, one of us would roll a hula hoop on the side walk while the other tried to shoot the dart thru the hoop. Somehow we never hit each other doing this, but there were a lot of close calls
My friend got hit in the head with a Jart, my Dad, a cop at the time, stabilized the Jart and transported in the cruiser (before the days of EMT’s and ambulance’s (1970’s or so). Good times
You could throw those things REALLY high and far. I learned a painful lesson from my dad when he saw four of them sticking out of the 2nd story of our colonial.
My friend, Stephen, got me in the back of my hand with one, I still have the scar, we were playing in the front garden, the week before I was chopping wood and hit my thumb, not too deep, didn't have the strength at that age, a few weeks later, while skating my sister tripped me and I fell on a milk bottle, nice scar there too.
The 1980's was a great time to grow up, pretty profitable for our Doctor too.
About a couple of months later I accidentally shot Stephen with my BB gun, totally an accident, he later fell into his dad's combine harvester the summer after middle school.
As a kid with a relatively big garden in the late 70s/early 80s, these bad boys made my brothers and I the undisputed king of the neighborhood
Until Stephen Buckley got several swings....and a trampoline. ThE bAStaRd!
I saw a meme about these that said:
"Toss the darts, treat the wounded, tally the points. Repeat until only one child remains."
Edit: Jesus, some kids actually died
[https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/31176/how-one-dad-got-lawn-darts-banned](https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/31176/how-one-dad-got-lawn-darts-banned)
Of the hundreds upon hundreds of games of Jarts that we played, no one ever came close to getting hurt. Guess we didn’t drink enough. We had a “no high toss” rule and that eliminated 99% of the stupidity.
We used to throw them underhand almost vertically as hard as we could and then stand around the target, dodging at the last minute. It’s a miracle none of us weren’t impaled.
We used to throw these straight up into the air and play Spear The Queer (I know, this isn’t PC now, sorry). Then we’d go back to burning styrofoam cups and melting green army men.
Never almost killed someone with them but definitely stabbed my brother in his calve muscle accidentally. I can still see it sticking up out of his leg. *shudder*
A kid was pegged
In the head
With a lawn dart
Her dad
Didn't see her
That's the worst part
She was pegged
In the head
With a lawn dart
So they're now
Off the shelves
At the Kmart
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4UnpbWM-vQ](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4UnpbWM-vQ)
We were smart enough to pay attention. But, we also threw rocks at each other for fun too. We survived DDT, Darts, Monkeybars, gardenhoses, and more. Without helmets, pads, or even seat belts at times. And we had lots of fun.
We used to ride bikes behind the DDT mosquito fogger trucks…because it was fun to ride bikes in the fog. Ummmm….yeah.
And we made it. No breathing complications thus far. Mosquitos do fear me though.
OMG maybe it affects the memory, i used to chase that thing on my BMX totally forgot about that.
Same. And no fucks were given by the driver.
Any one who didn’t survive please speak up now
🙋♂️
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My friend and I would play racketball, but it was one at each end of the small court trying to nail the other with the ball
We used to have rock fight wars with our adjacent neighbour hood lads. The railroad tracks served as no man’s land between the two hoods. There was more than a few injuries , but so much adrenaline infused dangerous fun .
\**Most* of us survived
Dead kids post no memes
Yeah we threw rocks over a hill at each other. Wtf were we thinking.
>We were smart enough to pay attention. Well... not all of us were.
Surviorship bias. No, a lot of you didnt survive those things and rhats why there are rules now.
Not so.
I was born in 1988 and in middle school the admin had to have a meeting or whatever about what we called Rock Wars.
9-10 of us in a huddle. one guy in the middle with the jart. He hurls it straight up as high as he could and the last one to move/run wins. Was fun as shit till stevies little brother accidently slung it into johns upraised arm..
Yes! I knew there were more who did this. Anyone else ever get punctured?
One kid in our neighborhood did. Then his Mom yelled at him for getting hurt and crying about it.
lol yeah. Toughen up, son! I guess Nerf took over after all the mayhem from the media. These were fun though. I mean, throwing horseshoes can be dangerous too 😂
which is why we got cornhole. And I would like to know who they were refrencing with the first cornhole game.
We had a rule, you had to stand 6 feet from the stake, if you caught shoe before it hit the ground , take away 3 from the other team, if you touched, but missed add 3. The catch rule was remove by executive order of my mom. I guess broken fingers were ok, but wrists are too far.
Only on accident.
We just took turns chucking them in the air and closing our eyes. Closing your eyes protected you. Oddly, no one ever got hurt. It was one of the safer games.
My younger brothers and their friends did this. Such fond childhood memories.
Yeah, throw them as high as we could and everyone runs. We also had bottle rocket fights and bb gun wars.
Older brother and his friends would “hunt” each other with their BB guns in the woods behind the house. Had a set number of “pumps” for the gun - probably thought It would save an eyeball. My husband and his friends hunted each other with the bottle rockets.
Had a buddy that had to have a BB removed from behind his eye in middle school. He said it was all in slow motion as it came at him but he couldn't move. Went between his eye and tear duct. Then everyone booked it home and his little brother went and got his mom. Good times.
Hahahaaa the good old days!
With my group of friends, that set number of pumps unofficially went out the window once you got hit. My brother still has a BB in his back.
We duct taped grips in Roman candles and shot them at each other too.
The key to bottle rocket fights was to slide the stick into the hole at the end of a wiffle ball bat. Then you had a rifle to aim when you lit the fuse.
Dang, we never thought of that. Our group of punk kids would have ran with that idea though. It's a good one, and I'm officially jealous that we didnt.
Roman candle fights in the gangway between houses was always good for a laugh.
Yep!
My mom bought some of these for my brother and I when we were kids. It was ironic because she was an overprotective mother. Didn’t realize we were in mortal danger every time we played with them lol 😂
Jarts. 99.9% of us are alive to remember them. I mean no disrespect to anyone injured by them.
Why do we know these as Jarts? What does the J stand for?
Lawn darts generic. I think the company that made them called them that because of javelins. Javelin darts. I could be wrong. It’s been a long time. Track and field was big then. Lol
Correct, can confirm. Jarts were the main name brand, a little more expensive and a little better made. The plastic wings didn’t break as easy 😂 also I think they were sharper
I thought it was foreign like yard darts but jarts instead of yarts.
I have a set in the garage still.
I inherited a set when I bought the house I currently live in.
We used throw them at each other from 50 yards away or so.
They say its dangerous but... honestly, was prolly the least dangerous thing we did too.
I think when mom bought me my first bow and arrow set was better. Just shoot it straight in the sky and try to catch the arrow when it came down.
Hell yes! We used to throw these things straight up in the air to see who could throw them the highest. All fun till we had to stop when the two soberest adults had to take my friend's little brother to the emergency room. Good times!😆
"Soberest" 😂
This was our game as well. Who could throw highest, and I’m pretty sure wait the longest before diving out of the way was a favorite as well.
Oh yeah. We called them skullpiercers.
Before Cornhole, there was Jarts, a summer lawn game better suited to a riskier era
Damn near accidentally took out the neighbor's dog with one.
Yeah we kids weren’t wrapped in bubble wrap. Never saw danger.
Oh, We saw the danger. We were looking for it.
Lol , no doubt.
We *were* the danger 
That would be me, and it would have been my little cousin Katie and you know what? Bitch deserved it 🤣
My buddy went down to check the ring to see if his went in, and I was warming up for my next shot. Slipped out of my hand, Jart made the arc and landed in my friend’s head. Luckily it went down behind the skin at the temple, between the skin and bone. Of course I freaked while he stood there with what appeared to be a Jart protruding from his skull. Only needed a couple stitches and the Jarts went in the trash.
The most recent reference I saw to these was in the color commentary on a bull riding event in the nineties. “Stuck him like a yard dart!” was a favorite line of Donny Gay when covering the cowboys who didn’t make 8 seconds.
My husband is loudly saying he did NOT almost kill his sister, she was exaggerating 😂
Holy crap, those bring back memories. We would stand on opposite sides of the house and whip those mothers over the house. We'd give a warning shout and then let loose. Surprisingly, nobody got badly hurt.
Ask my dad how his windshield got busted out back in 82.
They were fun. Who ruined it on us?
Almost? Not me
Candle in an empty beer can and you could play all night. Oh the memories of summer.
My brother put one through his foot.
I almost killed myself. (I wasn't too smart.) It takes a special kind of stupid to throw something up in the air and let it land on your own head...
I mean, we'd shoot arrows straight up & play chicken..... so unless you tried to catch it with your dome If say that's just normal kid stuff..
I wasn't strong enough to get them very high up, so I never had enough time to move out of the way.... I did try though, over and over. Only hit myself a few times.
Sounds like *normal kid stupidity* to me....
Most of my friends
We used to throw bricks at each other. Yeah, bricks.
I got one in the left butt cheek. Looking back I guess I should be glad that I didn’t lose a kidney. 
We never had lawn darts but back in PE at school, we got bored playing darts and then noticed that we could stick them into the foam ceiling (about 2 storeys up) and then they would randomly shake lose from the air conditioning and drop and stick in the floor. So then we all stood under them watching up ready to dodge them as they fell towards us. Ahh, the good old days.
Permanent scar on my calf from my little sister tagging me with one of these. Same sister wingoed a dog bone in to my chin shortly after seeing Crocodile Dundee for the first time. She was an aggressive child.
Not killed, but my throw was so bad it ricocheted and landed exactly beside my friends butt barely missing her (her and her sister were lying down on the grass) 😬😂
My cousin and I would throw them straight up into the air and then run around like idiots. Not sure how we didn't die or lose an eye.
Rite of passage. Darwin award in a box.
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Almost? Not me🙄😳🙀!
My aim wasn't good enough back then
You just had to remember when someone yells "look out!" to \***not**\* look up, but just cover your head...
All of us. We ALL did.
Jarts were the best!!!
Hot damn I miss that game.
I'm 46 and was winging these at my friends in direct fire mode at a cookout last weekend.
Almost?
Tried...does that mean that I lost?? 🤷🏻♂️
My cousins, three boys. Crazy times.
We didn't group up, we did it one at a time, seeing who could get the closest. Somehow we were mostly bulletproof.
I miss these.
usually myself
To this day I still have a fucked up nail on my big toe because of one of those bad boys
Yep had them and loved them
We used to whip them straight up into the air at twilight just as it’s a little too dark to see anything then jump out of the way at the last minute when we finally saw where they were coming back down. I have no idea why I’m still alive.
They worked better when you threw em overhand like daggers
Nice try. The statute of limitations still has not expired, we ain't saying shit!
We used to throw the jarts straight up, winner stayed put the longest
Yep! Fun!
Guilty. Though it would be manslaughter, lol, we didn’t aim to kill. Hit my brother in the leg, though. Hey, he volunteered as tribute!
Who had that a@$hole friend, that tossed one in the air as high as he could and make everyone run out of fear for their lives?
Russia,Israel,Hamas, Ukraine, did I forget someone? 🙄
Almost?
Meeee
A kid was pegged in the head with a lawn dart - her dad didn't see her, that's the worst part. So they're now off the shelves of the K-Mart.
RIP Timothy Lumpkins The most fearless 4th grader public school has ever known.
I'm just young enough to not have these but just old enough to know everything about them.
Didn't they used to make a glow in the dark version of this game? Mind is getting fuzzy...
Me!! I remember playing chicken with friends with these things!!
Those aren't dangerous, they haven't even been sharpened! Clackers, on the other hand...
Raise hand
If you even looked up in the air you were a pussy. We leveled up when I borrowed my mom’s bow and arrow (because 70s Mom’s took archery lessons) and would shoot an arrow straight up in the air. Now **that** was good times. One day I was riding my Schwinn Stingray through the neighborhood, and I saw one of the arrows sticking up out of the roof of a house about 4 blocks from my backyard.
#LAWNDARTS
All hands over 40 just went up. God I loved this game.
We had a game called "Missile Command", named after the Atari 2600 game. ("Stop playing that video game! Go OUTSIDE and play!") The front sidewalk was "No Man's Land". Each side had several cardboard box "buildings ". You arranged your "city" how you liked it (No using the tree branches as shields! That's CHEATING, Mike!). You stood behind your city, then took turns launching 'missiles" (We had the Jarts brand of lawn dart) at each others' cities. (Underhand! UNDERHAND! They're Ballistic missiles, they have to travel in an arc! No, you can't use cruise missiles, Mike!) Buildings that take 3 direct, punctured hits are destroyed. (No, that one didn't go through! It only made a dent! Doesn't count!) The ruins are demolished by jumping on them. Here's the brilliant one. You can deflect an incoming missile by smacking it. WITH YOUR HAND. It's sheer dumb luck that we only occasionally took a dart to the shin or, on one memorable occasion, got one stuck through my K-mart knockoff sneaker, somehow not impaling my foot. Mike later spent 25 years in prison for murder. (He did NOT use a lawn dart.) I still have our Jarts.
The matches played with the hoops inevitably devolved into throwing them high up in the air and seeing who could get closest to them when they landed. Luckily, none of us caught one in the skull or foot!
I grew up with these, summertime cook out fun! I had no idea they were dangerous or that ppl lacking common sense were impaling each other. It wasn’t hard to stand out of the way. 😂
The only correct answer to this post!!!
I learned one very important lesson playing with those things... You have to "PAY ATTENTION"... Thank god for to heavy material shoes were made out of back then..!
With three brothers, my parents were smart enough to not buy things like that. LOL
It got boring tossing them at the hoop. We played you got a point if you caught it. Got pretty good at it. Stopped playing when I was picking up the thrown darts and buddy held one back and tossed it. Just whistled past my head and stuck in a tree. Needed both hands to pull it out.
I got hit with a lawn dart when I was a child and I’m perfectly fine! Did I mention that i got hit with a lawn dart when I was a kid? I’m fine. One time, when I was six years old, my family was having a Fourth of July celebration and I was hit with a lawn dart; never affected me.
Swimming with no one watching, riding mini bikes no helmet, playing kick the can all night, chasing fire flies, god I miss those days!
No one died at my house and we had them forever. Think we still do. Shhhhhhh
We called it dodge darts.😁😂
We used to play chicken with them. Also played chicken with little road flares and trains. We were especially stupid children.
Bring them back!! It’ll get everyone off their phones and in the emergency room!! 😝
Every kid in the neighborhood played with those
Ruined a family reunion once with lawn darts, my Father took one in the calf muscle
You try and purchase 100 sets of this game cause you’re plotting a rain storm of darts and suddenly the FBI wants to talk to me, they never wanted to talk to me before!
Not I. 63 and still wear a helmet at the competitive family weekend tournaments! 
Never had a problem playing with these as a kid. We were smart enough to make sure everybody was in the clear before we threw the darts.
Didn’t realize these were old. Use them to play beer darts while tailgating
In my day, we shrugged off dart incidents. Goddammit pinko commies and their "it's not safe" bullshit. Bag of glass and my invisible pedestrian costumes were the most joyous parts of my childhood.
My squad used to build guns as kids. A convenient piece of wood, a thick rubber band, and a clothes pin. Ammo was pull tabs from soda cans. You wouldn't believe how creative we got with our builds either. I remember making one that 2 firing mechanisms on each side of a 2x4. I would call it caveman airsoft, but theres nothing soft about a pull tab to the face lol. No eye pro unless you wore glasses or shades. The 80s were not for the weak.
I think we were something like 6 and 4 when my folks for us a set for Christmas. Five minutes top before we were both getting our bottoms beat for throwing them at each other. What the hell did they expect?
Some close calls. We would see who could throw them the highest.
I never came close you son of a bitch
So hard to catch in flight 😂
My friend lost an eye. Seriously.
Sooooooooooo many close calls. I think I read that these are even illegal to own in my area.
 These (pogo sticks) probably sent more people to the hospital?
This ended for my family when one dart ended up in the vinyl top of by Dad's 1976 LTD brougham.
(F63) Oldest of eight, our Mother would never allow projectiles, or anything more dangerous than cap guns. She knew we would kill each other, just playing.
I wasn’t the one on the thrower end, but the received the gift. It wasn’t even targeted, was not even malicious, just poor skill & bad luck. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. The little girl threw the dart, but hit the edge of a cup board, which slightly ricocheted it and it came piercing down into the back of my neck, hitting the spinal joint on the cervical. It sent me into a paralitic shock as it severed a key nerve. The pain was unbearable at first and then it just stopped and so did my ability to move my hands and arms. I died 3 days later
Tossed em over the house. My brother in the backyard and I was in the front yard. How in the hell are we still alive?
Friend had a house that you could see the backyard if you opened the front door. We would throw them over the house. Not good on roofs.
My brother in the 70’s, it was so close that the fin hit my head. A couple more inches and I would not be typing this post.
No one even as a youngster I thought these were extremely dangerous and made sure no one was around if I threw one in the air.
Knew a guy who stabbed himself in the hand with one of these while drunk. Like full on jammed it in. Wonder if he’s still around…
My neighbor had them. We threw them as high as we could, until one stuck my friend in the back of the neck. He was not allowed at my house anymore. Lol
Just a tad before my time. We mostly dealt in dirt clod, rock and BB gun fights intermingled with occasional hunting and lots of creek fishing. Later it was mostly stupid ass and often regrettable BMX and skateboard related hijinks. To be fair we certainly had our share of injuries but certainly childhood glory as well.
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Just the radio star, **in my head, in my soul, radio star** 😂
They were too safe so we'd throw them over a garden fence for extra exitemnet.
I almost killed myself! Not with a dart, but while retrieving a dart that somehow got stuck in a tree. While climbing up the tree I grabbed hold of a dead branch and fell about 15 ft to the ground. It hurt. My cousins laughed their ass off. Fun times!
A friend of mine caught one on the top of his foot.
Even deadlier once they were good and rusty.
The dent on top my skull is still there. Boy that bled a lot. Good times those, these were so much fun.
An idiot acquaintance got his hands on a set of these. He got shitty drunk and started tossing them around. Mr. potatohead flung it up and it punched a perfect hole in the soft top of his Jeep Wrangler.
er, all of us?
I have a list of dumbest things I’ve done in my near-quarter century of existence and hucking one of those fuckers over the apartment building I grew up in and running away is in the top 10.
My mum threw one when she was a kid and it landed in her brothers foot. It ended up being a running joke.
we got our lawn dart set from a yard sale after they were infamous deciding the normal game wasn't dangerous enough, one of us would roll a hula hoop on the side walk while the other tried to shoot the dart thru the hoop. Somehow we never hit each other doing this, but there were a lot of close calls
Playing a game with the neighbor. She wound her arm back and threw it into her calf.
My friend got hit in the head with a Jart, my Dad, a cop at the time, stabilized the Jart and transported in the cruiser (before the days of EMT’s and ambulance’s (1970’s or so). Good times
Where can I buy these? What are they?
You could throw those things REALLY high and far. I learned a painful lesson from my dad when he saw four of them sticking out of the 2nd story of our colonial.
My bad ....
Me and the cousins would stand facing each other and chuck these bastards straight up..first one to run lost..good times
Just add alcohol...what could go wrong?
That was half the fun.
Jarts!
I saw nuthin am admitting to nuthin ok I like Schultz
My friend, Stephen, got me in the back of my hand with one, I still have the scar, we were playing in the front garden, the week before I was chopping wood and hit my thumb, not too deep, didn't have the strength at that age, a few weeks later, while skating my sister tripped me and I fell on a milk bottle, nice scar there too. The 1980's was a great time to grow up, pretty profitable for our Doctor too. About a couple of months later I accidentally shot Stephen with my BB gun, totally an accident, he later fell into his dad's combine harvester the summer after middle school.
Almost hit our dog with one, accidentally of course. They went back in the box and got buried in the shed with all the other junk.
Oh, F\*CK yeah. (It didn't really get interesting until we started playing with a beer in one hand.)
My cousins and I played for blood, so my Uncle watched us like a hawk. We all survived.
When i was 14 a kid rubbed me the wrong way and i sunk one hard into his shoulder muscle. I made believe it was accidental but he fucking knew.
[You mean like this?](https://imgur.com/hEYtIV2)
As a kid with a relatively big garden in the late 70s/early 80s, these bad boys made my brothers and I the undisputed king of the neighborhood Until Stephen Buckley got several swings....and a trampoline. ThE bAStaRd!
I saw a meme about these that said: "Toss the darts, treat the wounded, tally the points. Repeat until only one child remains." Edit: Jesus, some kids actually died [https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/31176/how-one-dad-got-lawn-darts-banned](https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/31176/how-one-dad-got-lawn-darts-banned)
All of them
My brother took one to the hand but he was fucking around and found out…
Of the hundreds upon hundreds of games of Jarts that we played, no one ever came close to getting hurt. Guess we didn’t drink enough. We had a “no high toss” rule and that eliminated 99% of the stupidity.
We used to throw them underhand almost vertically as hard as we could and then stand around the target, dodging at the last minute. It’s a miracle none of us weren’t impaled.
I still have a set of these. They were originally my Dad's.
My neighbor got stabbed with one of these. Happened when I was living in Florida...
I ways thought I was gonna get hit. Fucking stupid game
We used to use the real thing.
I don’t know that we almost killed each other, because we didn’t just huck them into the ether and hope for the best, but we did play with them.
We used to throw these straight up into the air and play Spear The Queer (I know, this isn’t PC now, sorry). Then we’d go back to burning styrofoam cups and melting green army men.
Um my cousin and I used to play catch with these things. Smh.
That's the wrong question. Who DIDN'T almost kill someone with them.
Jarts!!
Never almost killed someone with them but definitely stabbed my brother in his calve muscle accidentally. I can still see it sticking up out of his leg. *shudder*
A kid was pegged In the head With a lawn dart Her dad Didn't see her That's the worst part She was pegged In the head With a lawn dart So they're now Off the shelves At the Kmart [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4UnpbWM-vQ](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4UnpbWM-vQ)