… but what I knew for sure was that she never followed this, like the vast majority of other parents, so I simply did not understand the children who followed such instructions because there was so much interesting stuff around:
Abandoned buildings since the 90s, falling apart before our eyes, oh how funny it was to climb them again, again and again, in the hope that this time you will find something different from drug addict disposable syringes.
Bogs of mud in which shoes sank up to their toes.
“Minefields” at any time of the year, left by flocks of unwanted pets.
And a lot of yard bullshit.
Unfortunately, climbing on the roofs of houses passed me by because of my fear of heights
In other words, it was a true stinking age of the color of childish surprise in the surroundings of St. Petersburg.
You can say that I was wrong and all this interesting could have turned fatal..
And you know, you’re absolutely right, but as I already mentioned, parents almost never monitored their children’s walks, what they were counting on, I don’t know, but at that time, running into a pack of inadequate dogs, or a group of tipsy gopars (they weren’t particularly friendly with their heads after that) was about the same everywhere, in order not to run into drug addicts it was enough to keep track of what time they were hanging out at *placename* and go there when they are not there.
In principle, banal caution was needed here, but since I’m not one of those few (and how few??) who were lucky enough to never even receive a cumpol at that time, then of course I could be wrong, but let’s not start a discussion about the rightness of the parents, because they still wouldn’t be able to help in any way if something happened, because they were minding their own business.
As we all know, things like caps have been popular since the 90s.
They were collected, collected, but most importantly, they were played with, when for no reason, when with the caps themselves, in other words, they played and lost, fights after a loss (like the thrown show-offs before) of rare caps sometimes turned out to be epic, and the drama turned out almost worse than that of adults squandering their money to cheaters or shoving their entire salary/pension into a shaggy bank (yes, it started later, but it sounds cool), hoping to break it THIS TIME jackpot..
However, while some had whole tubes https://noaccount-casinos.co.uk/review/spins-heaven/ (cases) of caps, others (and as a rule there were more of them) either didn’t have them at all or didn’t have enough of them to get drawn into these games..
… that’s how I was (well, what did you expect?)…
… one sunny (or not so) day, I and my friend watched as 2 players played caps, besides us there were a couple of fans and a bunch of observers like us, perhaps such a crowd gathered there only because both players simply had an indecent amount of caps, or maybe it was a pre-agreed match, because what matters is what happened next..
…at one fine moment, some guy got into the front row and started talking to the players under the arm, which naturally they didn’t like..
-Of course, I can now compose what happened next based on how it all ended, but perhaps this will be superfluous – word for word, the guy demonstrated homemade caps that anyone can play, and these caps were – yes, bottle caps, flattened bottle caps:
This revelation gave rise in the minds of those of us who did not play caps to the desire to play “these” caps (and even in mine)…
… the madness began to spread very quickly and within a week there were about half as many bottle caps in our and neighboring yard:
Since the wipers worked only on the sidewalks, and the crawl spaces around which all the drinking on the land usually took place, there were traffic jams, and as a result, no matter how much we collected, it was impossible to collect everything due to the fact that new bottles were constantly being drunk, and yes, we drank a lot.
I don’t know why (there are guesses, but this is not so important), but as such, the game of these “caps” quickly faded away, but for caps this was not the end, but only the beginning..
But to make it clearer to you how it all started, let’s touch on this fragment in a little more detail:
Namely, exchange, like caps, there also had their own rare specimens, mostly they were those caps that were less common than others (your cap), but usually when someone found both rare and ordinary caps wanting to exchange them, he did not turn them into caps on his own because the process was traumatic for the drawing, and no one wanted to reduce the value.
So the “caps” hysteria simply gave way to collector hysteria..
The search for traffic jams has become widespread and it is not uncommon, even far from our yards, to meet a competitor with saggy jacket pockets full of subject matter.
At one point, someone came up with the idea of exchanging other people’s corks for bottles themselves, which could be returned for more or less decent money and toys (everything is clear here), the collection flared up with renewed vigor.