Growing up in the South offered many things to keep a young boy busy and supposedly out of trouble. Back then, we had no electronic stuff to distract us from what God had placed in our reaches to make all the fun and entertainment we needed. Yes sir, living in the rural South where wild weeds grew in abundance, a young fella had all he needed.
Begga-Lice, Buckhorn (popgun), Milk Weed, May-Pops, Honey Suckles, Indian Arrowheads, or Cockleburs, they all made for hours of fun.
It saddens me to know that my children will never know such fun and methods of hours and hours of self-induced pastime.
Bottom line is: Sandspurs are evil, pure and simple.
