Bang Box was great. You put some balloons in the box labeled “danger explosive,” then hammered nails into them until they burst. And if you were a girl, you screamed in that shrill, high-pitched ear-piercing way each time you made contact with a balloon. Usually our mom would take this game away after only a few rounds.
Bash! was also a real knockout, as the package advertises. The commercial really made you want to play it, too. You’d stack disks of plastic between this poor man’s head and feet and take turns hammering at them, trying not to make the entire stack fall.
If you had both games, and at least one sibling, that means you had two plastic hammers; forget the games themselves. And we weren’t little sissies wearing protective gear or helmets, nor did we have any rules about not hitting above the waist. The hammers might not look like much, but they packed a wallop, especially on the still-forming skulls of the youngest players.
