I'm assigning the lack of inherent danger involved in modern kids' board games.
We have a mini-Buckaroo here, got from an Easter egg. But it just does not kick like I thought it would. I was having excited visions of little plastic cowboy hats and saddles and things flying off at speeds of 100mph plus and embedding themselves in the wall, but it just kind of slides off.
Anyway, I had a rummage in the cellar head and found my old 1970s
Perfection . Marvellous. When this baby blows up it nearly takes your eyes out!
Plus it reduces you to a nervous wreck as the timer is so loud! Gameboys? Pah! You don't know the meaning of danger!
