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People over 35 should be dead. Nothing to do with Logan's Run.
People over 35 should be dead. According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who werekids in the 40's, 50's, 60's or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.) As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable! We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them. We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents? We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them. Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're one of them! Congratulations to those had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good... Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it? Glad |
You forgot my favorite.
No allergy or other designer medications for kids four and up. Runny noses were wiped on sleeves. "Acting out" was dealt with in the home and schools, kids weren't doled out ridalen. Fun list. Thanks. |
My mom tells me about how her brother and his friends used to run behind the "bug truck" that would come through the neighborhoods and spray. He's survived thus far. :)
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an oldie but goodie...
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and I'm a better for all the shit I got into.:D
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One of the best threads I've read yet. I still remember "bunking." It's where you grab onto a cars bumper in the wintertime and squat down and go for a ride in the snow while the car drives away. This feat was most enjoyable when the driver was unaware of the extra passenger.City buses were a favourite.
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I thought for a moment we were getting into some weird "Logans Run"fetish bullshit. daaaamn, Glad. :) 'member when peeling paint all tasted the same. |
Almost 42 years old and should of been dead a few times over.
I cleaned toxic waste at my dads machine shop, no mask or protective gear, hitchhiked on lonely stretches in the sticks, getting picked up by strangers, rode a motorcycle without a helmet, eat a ton of the red dye #5or 6(whatever). Got shot in the arm with a nail gun. Fell off a tank in night fire exercises. I even ran with scissors that were very sharp, played with knives and lighters. But, I'm still here and ready to continue to go against the grain of life thats being regulated, as often as possible.:D |
When I was a kid (born in 1965) I remember that every day lived was another day survived. Every thing was so....mythic.
I never believed the whole "Pop Rocks" thing. (but I digress...) |
Pop Rocks and 7-Up. What a good way to get a cheap thrill..
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Bro you bought back so many memories, I'm sitting here thinking about my first skateboard, before pads, grip tape........shit before urathane wheels. I went down a hill in Torrance..and when I mean down........STRAIGHT DOWN.....no slalom......just straight fuking balls out down. I must have been going a good 20mph and BAM......head first into the asphalt:lol: I think my body rolled at least 20 times, my friends thought I was dead....there was nothing left of my LEVIS and it took the doctors 3 hours to scrub the gravel out of my skin over 65% of my body, a crack in my forehead 2 inches in length and I walked like a Zombie for 2 weeks......GOD THAT WAS FUKIN FUN!! i should have been dead, but they grew us tough then, not like these fukin pansies now. Remember dirt claud fights?? Getting beaned with a nice 3 inch round solid piece of mother earth in the forhead was a blast....shit I remember there would be teams of 8 on 8 fighting in the hills, now those hills are gone and the kids now play with guns when they have a score to settle. Yea, we really have progressed into a society of hiding behind our phones,cars, and homes. God forbid anyone just show up on your door anymore just to stop and say "hello" Anyhoo......thanks for the post it really brought back a truly wonderful childhood that I had forgotten:D |
"Dumpster Diving" was great! Found a lot of porn during 3rd and 4th grade. And other goodies as well. :D
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my first porn haul was a brown bag of playboys in a field on my way to visit my grandmother. I'm 13 and I stuffed dem sumbitches so far down my pants I couldn't walk. Gramma says "Whyya leaving so soon?" Says I, "I don't feel too good gramma....gotta go" Gramma says 'Yeah...you don't LOOK so good."
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Heh, reminds me of George Carlin. It's true, you know. Safety is important of course, but most regulations are just another tool used by companies and governments to scare people into buying their products/bullshit.
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I thought this was going to be a 'Logans Run' type thread...
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Gotta agree with you on some and disagree on some.
Lead paint and alot of chemicals were bad, and while they usually arent fatal, they can lead to physical and mental retardation and cancers. Lawsuits over accidents I agree with you about. I drank from garden hoses all the time when I was a kid and dont hesitate to do so now. I have never heard of anyone complaining about it. And I too thought this was going to be about Logan's Run. |
i often wish i'd been born ten or twenty years earlier :\
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I think I've lost my sense of humor.
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*sigh* Those were the days...
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And of course the cause of 90% of the above being changed is because we are all so damn sue happy. I dunno. Some of it has changed for the better..
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I was born in 1980 and almost all of those apply to me, just talking to a kid in an IRC channel and he was repulsed by my still drinking from the hose. Just further justifies how correct this is.
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born in 83 .. and many of those apply to me.. never had a TV in the house till now..
it makes me sad to think that a lot of kids growing up now dont know what real fun is ^_^ |
Yeah man, I remember riding in my grandfathers car when I was real young, and just as he was going around a bend, I mistook the window lever for the door lever. Damn, I suppose I shoulda been dead right there, but no one was behind us. Who cared about seat belts?
Back then, during summer vacation, my mom would pack me and my best friend peanut butter sandwiches after breakfast and tell us just to go play. She seriously didn't expect to see us back till dinner time. Can you imagine that happening now? Jesus, crazy to think about it now. How am I still here? |
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(whispering) Hey man, I got some Lawn Jarts here, I can set you up right.... Do they still have those flags for your bicycle, with the splintery fiberglass pole? They made some kick-ass javelins. A garbage can lid was more than enough protection. |
Your location also makes a fairly big differance. Where I live frivilous lawsuits do happen, but not as much as in more populated areas. And we do a lot of shit that we prolly shouldn't. I lived in a tree top for half my life as a little kid...the other half was spent climbing up there, and falling down ;)
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Don't forget about watermelons growing in your belly if you eat the seeds.
The best times for me were winter. By my house, the plow trucks would plow all the snow into these *huge* piles at the end of dead end streets. A perfect place to play king of the hill. We'd be throwing kids off 10 foot snow hills, watching them roll down to the pavement below. Mmmm, I can still taste the salt they used to de-ice the roads. Also, is there anything better than soaking a snowball in the slush in the gutter, repacking it, and hitting your best friend in the back of the head? Good times. |
Poor kids today have to dodge bullets at school and be aware of a terrorist attack.
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I was in 4th grade when dodgeball became "evil." I remember having acorn fights in the front yard with my friends from down the street; those pretty much consisted of us running around under the big oak tree in my front yard and trying to hit each other in the face with acorns.
I was in 5th grade when skate parks and bike tracks went the way of "Kill the Carrier." I'm still pissed that I never got a chance to ride on the town track. |
I remember bottle rocket and roman candle fights, cherry bombs that could obliterate a toilet and blow up the sewer line too if you timed the flush just right. I remember when '40 Fords were cool (and new!). You guys haven't been around long enough to be wasting time remembering the good old days! When you have been you'll realize that there is no such thing as "good old days"! They were really "good young days"!
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Like you LD we had the bottle rocket wars, only each side had a couple of block busters to use as "nukes". Luckily no one lost any appendages, but it was funny as hell watch friends run away when you were running after them with a lit BB.
And rock fights, holy crap, I have seen a few good brainings during those. |
If we tell our stories to some of the younger crowd, they would find it hard to believe that we actually survived!!
I remember getting scrapes, cuts, bruises and my parents would patch me up and tell to tough it up. No hospital visits or law suits. Dodge ball? We used to play murder ball. We used to use a pink rubber ball that stung like hell when you got nailed by it. We used to go down to the schoolyard and play there because it was an enclosed area. It was played usually by about 10-15 kids. The object of the game was to hit anybody as hard as you can with the ball. Everyone one would have to freeze and not move when the ball was picked up. So if you were close to the person with the ball, you would get nailed hard. You got hit by the ball as hard as the kid could throw it! Talk about welts!! Lots of fun. You had to be tough and stand there and get hit by the ball. Then usually it was your turn to pick up the ball hit someone else. Not of that wussy stuff, "my kid shouldn't play dodge ball." If you told us that we were going to get hit by a ball that is marshmallow soft, we would die laughing!! LD, I remember bottle rocket and roman candle wars. We used go down to Chinatown to buy illegal fireworks! We used to blow blockbusters and the sound could be heard for blocks! I remember most of my mom's meals were fried! Good stuff!! I remember during summer vacations going out in the morning, returning home for lunch and not come back until dinner. Then I would go out again and hang out with my friends till about 11pm!! I remember getting in snowball wars! We used to challenge the kids from a couple of blocks over. There would be about 20 kids involved. Sometimes the snow would be a little wet and boy did it sting when you got hit by one. We would at it for over an hour. We would finish exhausted but it was great fun!! I know we did some things that might be considered crazy or un-safe but I tell you this, it made me a tough person who can adapt to almost any situations and survive. I was ready for most of life's challenges. We didn't live in a cocoon. We saw life as it really is. The kids of today are growing up in a sterile enviroment that is destined to lower their defenses both mentally and physically. All of you that commented keep bringing back a lot of memories also. Thanks for the comments. Sorry if most of you thought of Logan's Run. I'm sure a lot of people read the title and decided not to read my post. I fixed the heading. Glad |
yeah...luckily this isn't Logan's Run...
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Yeah,..I'm laughing.Used to play tackle football on the street.The curbs were the out of bound lines.Think about keeping both feet in bounds pending an all out assault by two or more people who couldn't wait to make you pay.
Hot asses were also big providing the person's ass you were setting on fire didn't take and spread. And of course,getting shitfaced at the drive-in,then going down to the strip to race. I think it's called "2fast 2furious" now. |
Ha ha My favorite is no seat belts. Though I wouldn't let my girl go without one I have fond memories of it. I remember my Dad going around the corner in our cream colored Oldsmobile and my brother and I sliding across the vinyl seat and smooshing each other against the door. The game was to see who could smoosh the other the worst. We laughed and had fun. If we didn't listen or acted up Dad would hit the brakes and we'd go flying into the seat in front of us. We know if we didn't sit back and shut up fast Dad was getting out to come smack our behinds.
I loved riding in the back of the pick up. The bumpier the ride the better. We never got to blame the neighbors for our stupidity. I survived. Granted I'm not quite 35 yet but there's plenty in that list that I recall. |
Damn, Glad! Thanks for the jaunt down memory lane!
Dirt clod fights! Bottle rocket and Roman candle fights! "Bunking"--we called it ski-jogging! Skateboarding (with metal wheels and no trucks) straight down the street with only a t-shirt and cut offs on! Cliff and bridge diving! Murder ball! Lawn jarts! Wooden go carts with faulty steering- no brakes- on real streets with traffic! Ah- the good ol' days! How did we survive?! |
I grew up living across the street from the local High School.
In the winter it was really cool because they'd plow the parking lots and make HUGE snow piles for us to ramp while sledding or play king of the mountain. Hell we even tunneled through some of them. God forbid it fall heheh... One time our little neighborhood gang (me, siblings, and neighbor kids) went sledding but got bored of it quickly. We desided that we wanted to go faster. What better way than to haul bucket after bucket of water up to the school to pour on the hill. When that shit froze ...damn it was fun. We did this on the side of the school and at the bottom of the steep hill is a street (goes all around the highschool) and then the building. One of us would stand at the top of the hill and give the signal that no cars were coming and then we all would fly down that hill and smash into the building. There was even a ramp on one side but if you hit it you usually flew off of your sled and hit pavement instead of the building. My older brother even hit one of the streetsigns while sledding and ended up getting stitches and a tetnus shot but that never stopped us. ahhhh Good Memories. :) |
We still talk about the day my little sister who was four at the time, fell down into a storm sewer that we were using as a "cabin". We ran home and told my mom she was dead!
Also, there was no sunscreen and getting blistered and burned all to heck was a sure sign summer was here. |
My mother used to shoo us out at 8, she was cleaning and cooking, the doors were locked to keep us out, and she brought lunch out to us.
We MADE things to play with, like stick horses, it didn't need a head, it was the fastest horse around, went fishing, I usually took a pile of old lumber and bricks and built something. ( Dad was in construction too, there was always some of that shit around the house ) We didn't even have a TV till I was almost 10. And I didn't see a color one till I was in the service, in 1972! Remember when Barbara Eden in 'I Dream Of Jeannie' was the sex goddess of the airwaves? LOL Yeah, it was a good thread to start, see what you started? LOL |
This thread has brought back so many memories of fun and TOTAL FUKIN PAIN:D
Remember making homemade slingshots and shooting rocks at eachother:D 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:lol: As susartele posted no sunscreen and not being able to move for a day or so was sure signs of summer:D |
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SMEAR THE QUEER :D |
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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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. |
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 |
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. |
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!!" |
That which doesn't kill you will make you stronger! Here
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That which doesn't kill you will make you stronger! Here's to the over 35 gene-pool!
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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. |
IT is amazing that we all survived that...Makes you wonder...
I am only 29, but I remember doing all those things too. |
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.
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That comment "...We ran home and told my mom she was dead!..." is priceless!!!:lol: |
Great thread! Really brings back a lot of memories and never once did I ever put anyone's eye out :D
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. |
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. |
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. |
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:D Shit, we could go walking for hours in those tunnels. |
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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. |
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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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. |
Well put! You covered all the bases! Damn it was fun!
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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.
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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
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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! |
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 |
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.
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Does anyone else remember making tennisball cannons from old beercans?
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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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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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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 |
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.....
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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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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:D and then you got your ass beat again:eek: 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??:lol: |
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 |
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. |
Glad,
You'll fucking love this one:D One Christmas I think I was about 7 or 8 I received a toy guitar that I wanted reeeeeal bad. Well I was playing it(I guess you could call it playing) and my brother who was one year older then I smarted off to my mother real bad about something or another and well the closest thing was my guitar for her to grab.........WHAAAAAAP right on the head my brother got it!! Broke my fucking guitar on Christmas day after only having it for 2 hours............man that thing shattered:D I stil remind my brother he owes me 1 guitar:lol: |
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