“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
We had em too. They'd bottom out on the concrete driveway and you'd go skidding. Bouncing and sliding down the driveway with a set of clackers in one hand and a lawn dart in the other, jump on the stingray and do a wheelie down the skreet with a mouthful of penny candy and a wrist rocket in the back pocket. southwest Florida 1966.
Alas, I never got past the pogo stick stage.
We had'em too, but they were slightly different - ours had a plastic toe cap and they were called Moon Boots. Yes, they were ankle busters.
I wanted them - alas, my parents thought otherwise