Face paint rockets

The house on 16th Ave. had a great front yard for kids to run around and play. I remember one day Mom had some face paints out. I don’t know if she just had them sitting around or if we’d just come back from an event that involved face painting. Anyway, I had a few friends over and we wanted to be painted. We didn’t want our faces painted, though; like proper young boys, we wanted missiles and lasers. So Mom gave us missiles and lasers. I ended up with three small rockets on one wrist (blue with a red head) and one big one on the other. I think Jared Moench got a laser gun. We ran around the front yard “shooting” our “missiles” and “lasers” at each other. It was a blast.