[SvilleKid]

Originally Posted by G G

We used to go around and pick up drink bottles on the side of the road and cash them in for a dime apiece.

I'd pick them up walking to and from Jr. High, and stockpile them until I had enough to buy a Barlow pocket knife at the store next to the school. About twice or three times a year, the principle would conficate it, and I'd go buy another knife. Never any reprucussion from the principal, just: "Bagwell, you have a knife?" "Yes Sir". "Hand it over" Then it was time to go buy another one. I bet when he passed away, he had hundreds of knifes he's taken from guys. And we never cut or knifed anyone!