View attachment 787285 This one of the kids stuffing inserts sure brings back the memories.
The drop off point kept having to move from house to house, because we were so rowdy, that none of the Mothers could take it for long.
I remember when it was my turn to host the drop off, my mom went ballistic.
Our initiation for the new guy, was that he had to take his shirt off so that we could all shoot him with rubber bands. Lol!
The guys and I would go collecting until we had enough for a hot fudge sundae at Tastee Freeze, then we'd hit hard the next day when collections were due.
Boys with be boys!