I always envied the "outdoor" setups the kids in the commercials had, but in general, I did not like taking my toys outside. The dirt was bad enough, but I knew that every single trip I'd end up coming back with less accessories than I went out with... There would be no way to play Joes in the grass without losing guns, backpacks, helmets, etc. And once it fell off, there was only a 10% chance you'd find it IF you knew exactly where it fell off. I wasn't taking that chance.
I did take my WHALE in the swimming pool once, but my dad was very serious about the liner... and after seeing that beast in the water, he declared anything that might have a sharp edge or cause any kind of puncture was strictly forbidden in the pool. Thus no more sea battles on the open water. Plus, as a result, many of my '84 figures developed rusty screws. Stupid pool. My subsequent naval battles took place on a large scrap of blue carpet I commandeered from our finished basement, and that was a good enough differentiator from the sandy brown carpet in my room or the jungle setting of the houseplants I could never remember to water.
I did take my WHALE in the swimming pool once, but my dad was very serious about the liner... and after seeing that beast in the water, he declared anything that might have a sharp edge or cause any kind of puncture was strictly forbidden in the pool. Thus no more sea battles on the open water. Plus, as a result, many of my '84 figures developed rusty screws. Stupid pool. My subsequent naval battles took place on a large scrap of blue carpet I commandeered from our finished basement, and that was a good enough differentiator from the sandy brown carpet in my room or the jungle setting of the houseplants I could never remember to water.