KeyserSoze

This thread has brought back so many memories of fun and TOTAL FUKIN PAIN

Remember making homemade slingshots and shooting rocks at eachother or better yet, passing cars.

God my brothers(all 6 of them)our friends and I use to cause so much havoc in our neighborhood, once a week in the summer the cops would come with a complaint from someone.

Exploring was thing to do when you got bored, empty houses,buildings, fields, and construction sites...................ooooooooooooh what fun construction sites were. We took 5 hours to figure out how to hotwire a LARGE Street roller(you know the ones that flatten the shit out of anything) we drove the fuk over everthing we could and then we couldn't figure out how to shut it off or keep it from rolling so we aimed it toward the fence and the street and ran............IT WAS HALARIOUS

As susartele posted no sunscreen and not being able to move for a day or so was sure signs of summer

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Daval

Its amazing how well we've turned out.

I truly fear for the youth of today. The pussification of youth here in North America is happening at an alarming rate.

I listen to talk radio and they were talking about the 'death-traps' that certain toys and activities are nowadays.

Its sad. I miss the old days.

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Daval

As opposed to total nucleur annhiliation during the cold war?

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rockogre

Great post. Really takes me back.

I too remember my first skateboard, steel wheels screwed onto a two by four. One little piece of gravel and BAM, on your face. We rode the hell out of em anyway. High speed down hill, talk about a rush.

And rock fights, took one through the glasses one day, got glass all in my eye. No damage done, back out there the next week. We also did this with slingshots.

We lived, for a while, on a large hill about 3/4 of a mile long. We had this bike with no chain or pedals. You started at the top with a running start, jumped on, and held on for dear life. No brakes!!! If you did good you ran into some deep sand to stop and usually fell off laughing. If you did bad, well, we'd come down, get the bike, take it back up, launch the next one. Only babies cried.

Epic wars were fought with BB guns, bottle rockets, and roman candles. You haven't known adreneline until a roman candle ball burns a trough through your hair.

Can any of you imagine letting your kids do this stuff today. They might get hurt. Hell, they might have mindless fun. I wouldn't trade my childhood adventures for anything.

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Glad-I-Ate-Her

Daval, I love that word , pussyfication!! I will definitely use it!!

Thanks to all that posted. I enjoy reading about your adventures of growing up.

Good harmless fun. That's what we considered it then. All we were doing is having as much silly fun we could. I remember summer vacations used to fly by.

Sure we got banged up but nothing too serious.

Memories...


Glad

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VirFighter

I know this completely random and not really at all related to what the original poster had in mind but...

Has anyone seen the movie "Wild in the Streets"?

Seeing the title "Everyone over 35 should be dead" reminded me of it. I was watching tv with my dad one evening and it caught his eye, it was a big teen film from back in his day. He remembers people going to see it numerous times. I figured with all the old farts in here someone is bound to remember it

I rather enjoyed the movie btw.

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gonadman

Good Thread Glad-I-Ate-Her!

I was born in '62 and have 2 memories for you.

How about monkey bars in grade school? How many of you have cracked your heads falling off them?

Also- does anyone remember those straps that used to hang in the back seat of the car to hold onto before seatbelts? I remember them in my fathers '57 chevy(he had that car for 13 years!) We used to call them Jesus straps because when he went around a turn too fast we used to grab them and yell "JESUS!!"

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Farfoodle

That which doesn't kill you will make you stronger! Here

Farfoodle

That which doesn't kill you will make you stronger! Here's to the over 35 gene-pool!

Cujo

This thread is great. I'm 35 this year and when I look back at my childhood it amazes me that my older brother and I made it through.

for example, I recall riding in my parents 69 dodge dart in the rear window deck and not just around town, my parents drove all over hells half acre with us riding up there.

Pellet gun wars, rock, dirt clod, ice ball and lawn dart wars.

Steal.... errr borrowing shopping carts from my Grandparents grocery store and riding them down a huge street hill during summer break. Ramping my aluminum tobbogan over a small creek at the bottom of a huge hill every winter. The creek was only about 10 feet wide but when I think about it now I cringe. Head first into the frozen creek bank would have broken my neck or back for sure. Climbing the lighthouse and jumping 60 feet into 12 feet of water. man that was dumb.

sierra2774

IT is amazing that we all survived that...Makes you wonder...

I am only 29, but I remember doing all those things too.

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Cujo

Oh and one more thing. a few weeks ago I was watching my 10 year old neice. She wanted to watch TV but couldn't find my remote. She came into the kitchen whining that she couldn't watch TV so I told her to just turn the TV on with the switch on the front of the TV and change the channels the same way. She looked at me like I was a green headed martian. She actually didn't know that she could do that. Kids! Just don't have any idea how good they have it.

cdwonderful

29!?! Kid, I got socks older than you. (I am probably wearing them) but youre right, Its a wonder any of us made it to puberty

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richeee

Your poor mom!! How did SHE survive kids like You?!?!
That comment "...We ran home and told my mom she was dead!..." is priceless!!!

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Minx

Great thread! Really brings back a lot of memories and never once did I ever put anyone's eye out

We used to play a crazy game called swing tag. You know the big swing sets in playgrounds (the ones with about 8 seats)...everyone grabs a seat, you get swinging as high as you can and then game on...you try to swing sideways and tag the next person....usually resulted in a lot of bruises, scrapes, etc etc etc. But damn...it was fun! I'd have a fit if I saw my kids doing that!
Nowadays you can't let them play until dark...you need to know where they are so some freak doesn't try to nab them. What a shame.

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smarm

The rules now are just a subversion of Darwin... removing oneself from the gene pool may be the best gift you can give.

I loved the bottle rocket wars we used to play. Nothing says fun like massively innacurate projectile explosives.

Bill O'Rights

As I read this post I was flashing back to my own childhood. Many, and I do mean many, of the exact same things that I was reading that you all had done...so had I. A magical time to be sure. So...the question I pose is this. Our kids...is it their fault, or ours that they will not have these memories to look fondly back upon? Do we look back on our own childhoods and subconciously, or otherwise, try to instinctively protect them from the "dangers" that we did not see for ourselves at the time?

Kids do not seek out their own entertainment any more. They expect to be entertained, and for their entertainment to be provided for them. I have a 15 year old daughter, that the minute I hit the door tonight is having her ass uprooted from the sofa and tossed outside to go find something, anything to do besides sit and rot in front of the TV. She will cry, she will whine, I will be a tyranical ogre. I do not care. I do not want her to be relating a childhood memory, have to stop and say "Oh wait, that was Dawson's Creek."

"Pussification" indeed. I love that word. And so appropriate.

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KeyserSoze

This post has me thinking each and everyday as of late, so I thought I would bring up another good blast form the past

Anyone ever go exploring down in the drainage tunnels, or as they call them out here sewer tunnels

Shit, we could go walking for hours in those tunnels.

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rockogre

I did that several times. We used to "borrow" those round black torches and carry them through the tunnels, always watching for the evil monsters we KNEW lived down there.

We have one here in town that is a couple of miles long, its shut off now with grates, but back in the day we got a go-cart down there and had a hell of a good time driving through like maniacs.

I've been in some of the ones in Oklahoma City for hours at a time. Stephen Kings book, "IT", always reminds me of those trips.

Great adventures.

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rmarshall

A favourite game we used to play was "commando". We'd carry a smoldering string and run around the woods at night. Our pockets would be full of fire-crackers. We'd light the fire-cracker from the string and throw them at each other! Great fun.

You can't even buy fire-crackers nowadays. You younguns probably don't even know what a fire-cracker is.

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rockogre

I like your thinking.

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Soothe

I grew up in 85 and times really haven't changed. Me and my friends would skate around all day looking for trouble untill it got dark. We'd wrestle, break into houses for fun (not stealing anything unless we saw something cool), have rock wars, BB gun wars, fall and break our arms skateboarding without proper gear.

One time we were at the park swinging on this vine swing that was off a 15 foot cliff, my friend jumped onto my as I was swinging across and we both fell all the way down onto sharp rocks haha. Man that hurt, bone was showing threw elbow and I still got the scar.

One of the best memories I've had was when I was 10 and me and my best friend would pertend to be stealthy spies and break into the school during the night time almost everynight through the basement cellar (which had to be crawled through and was like a cave). We then would climb into the attic and could look down on all the classrooms and sometimes teachers were still in there and we would spy on them Little did they know that two little boys dressed in black with banoculars were watching them from above hehe. God that was a blast I felt like james bond or something.

thunder

Well put! You covered all the bases! Damn it was fun!

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jcookc6

I remember, Girls actually had HAIR around thier pussies. Boys took showers after Gym class and football practice, Girls did too, usally someone put a hole in thier window so we could see in after field hockey practice.
And YES, there were perverts around, but no one talked about them.

90degree

good post.. eating paste.. climbing way to high in trees.. falling on bikes and losing half the flesh on one side of the body.. motorcross riding with no sense of caution.. mud clod fights.. playing KISS dress up and spitting ketchup.. and using a match and a can of hairspray to blow fire (burned a big part of the kitchen counter this way) sigh.. gonna be thinking bout old times all day now i bet.. .hehehehehe

jujueye

Wow. Yeah, every one of you knows what it was like. I can see it. My friend was a pyro. Seriously. We use to steal matches and head out into the woods to light them. One afternoon, the firedepartment was called to the same patch of woods. You guessed it: PyroPhil had started a huge blaze!

Damn. When did our world become so damn PC. BORING!

Glad-I-Ate-Her

Great stories. I remember playing touch football in the streets. It was supposed to be touch football but the games used to get pretty rough. It resembled tackle football. You used to go out for a pass and get pushed into a parked car. OUCH!! But we all survived. They mostly were games of 5 vs 5. 4 would go out on passes and the quaterback would be covered by a counter. The counter would count to 10 Mississippi's and then rush the quarterback.

We used to do flea flickers. One of the receivers would go behind the scrimmage line. The guy covering the receiver was then able to rush the quarterback or receiver. The counter still couldn't rush in until he finished counting. The quarterback and the receiver would lateral back and forth will looking down field to see if anyone got free. As soon as someone got open, you would launch a "bomb" down field. You had to line drive the passes because of the wires and cables overhead. Talk about talent!!


Glad

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jcookc6

Someone mentioned sunburns, no sunscreen etc. That is the shit that is causing all the skin cancer. No one got it in the old days. Getting a good sun burn never hurt anyone more than a night.

pangavan

Does anyone else remember making tennisball cannons from old beercans?

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subaqua

Ha! 3 years till Carousel for me. When I was a kid we'd..

Spend school holidays building forts in a patch of undeveloped land at the top of our street, (admittedly I grew up in Africa so open land to play in wasn't an issue). We'd organise ourselves into little gangs and "test" each others forts by assaulting them with stones and mud-clumps. Ahh, the hours spent huddling under a shelter made from an old car bonnet whilst large rocks thudded past.

Alternate amusements included the popular past-time of attempting to make home made bombs from chemicals for the pool - if you asked me to shake that jar and throw it today I'd tell you to f**k right off.

When not engaging in such pursuits we'd fill the time playing games and generally entertaining ourselves. There were no computers, consoles, video arcades, daytime television, (TV started at 5pm and was black and white, 1 channel), amusement parks etc, etc, etc...

What really makes me sad is that there is (in the UK) a real problem with youth crime, mostly graffiti, low level vandalism, under age drinking etc, and the reason they all give is "we're bored, there's nothing to do, the council (local authority) don't provide facilities for us", and it seems to be generally accepted that the inability of youth to entertain themselves is a valid cause for crime!

Oh dear, my soap box is starting to wobble, best hop off now.

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Glad-I-Ate-Her

pagavan,
how do you make tennis ball cannons from beer cans? sounds like something the kids i grew up with would have loved to know how to do it.

subaqua,
you can stay on the soap box as long you keep up with good stuff!

glad

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macmanmike6100

Oh my god, I remember this! The big sewers that you could walk through (and their joints) served as a fort before they put them in the ground. However, all was not lost because we found some other new sewage lines *in the ground*! They were <i>just</i> big enough for us to crawl through them...and they were long. It really was the "light at the end of the tunnel." I remember being scared at first but quickly was the first to volunteer because I was the 'alpha male' of sorts. God damn, what fun.

Glad-I-Ate-Her

macmanmike,
Great save on this post. The post has gotten some very good responses.

I've never been in any sewer tunnels before. Sounds like some of my buddies would have liked running around in the dark.
Thanks for the bump,
Glad

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oldman2003

Thanks for the memories! I grew up in the late 50's.... everything you said ( Glad-I-Ate-Her) really happened! I remember once, riding my bike down a huge hill John Wayne style (side saddle)..hit the pavment and ripped off all the skin on my knees and feet.... had to pull the small pebbles out get up and ride home....never went to doctors back then either.....

yabobo

I could go into any neighbors house. And no one molested us.

First thing we do is send 94.3% of the lawyers to Iraq
Second thing we allow parents to beat their kids asses!
The world could be a better place.

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KeyserSoze

AMEN!! I remember when everyone got their ass beat if they fucked back then. Yea it hurt for a minute and taught you a lesson for a short period of time....wait........a VERY SHORT period and then you got your ass beat again

Shit my dad would whip our ass and tell us "Men don't cry...and if I catch you crying I'll beat it harder"hmmmmmmmmm I wonder if that why I don't cry??

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Glad-I-Ate-Her

Keyser,
My mom was the enforcer in the family. My dad never touched us. If my brother and me would be fighting, she would run into the room and hit with anything that was handy!! I once got hit by a phone book!! (Thwaap!!) She didn't care who's fault it was. We both got equal hits. Then she would make us shake hands and hug each other! Talk about playing with your mind! She never hit to extremes.

I remember going to my parents friends houses for visits and you couldn't move. If my mom would see me fidgeting, she would give me a stare that would paralyze me. It meant that if I don't stop, I would get it on the way home!! If my parents friends would offer us to eat or drink something, we had to say no even if we were starving. We were not allowed to get into the adults conversation. Imagine that today!!

There is no more respect in today's kids. Maybe we should go back to disciplining like in the old days. I know I came out better for it. I didn't understand it then but I do now. Thanks mom for caring!!

Glad

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asquint

Would rather spend all day every day in the river than half a day at work, hell, I'd rather crop tobacco for a month every summer if it meant I got the other two months off. Sometimes it sucks to be all grown up and to have to be responsible. Having said that, it is also nice to be all grown up and able to afford a truck that runs all the time (unlike my first three vehicles).

Thanks for the walk down memory lane.

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