When boys played with sling shots

It was always fun to come home on friday afternoons after primary school. Our teacherss gived us no home work for the weekend because they thought it best for kids to be kids and what better time to be a kid than on the weekends. Parents would be home, friends and playmates would be home and most fun of all its bird season.

Slings shots when I was ten was the most deadly weapon a kid played with. However, the strength of your weapon depended on the rubber used in its creation. So to ensure you had the deadlyest Sling Shot you made sure you acquire the best rubber. It was either streach-and-left or streach-and-streach, streach-and-streach was the best. Pull that rubber back on your Sling Shot and the bullet with your torned leather socket would fly for yards, killing instantly any bird within its path. It was this activity that made my weekends, killing birds. There is no memory as sweet as the taste of a roasted Dove, the best of the catches, on a skewer, with some green mango with salt and pepper on the side.

Today, I am sadded for the memories of the boys of Guyana. They now playing with guns.