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Wonderful Days Of The Past
http://zanylol.com/past.html ^

Posted on 03/18/2013 7:32:31 PM PDT by navysealdad

What a wonderful life we had as kids, not a worry in the world.

(Excerpt) Read more at zanylol.com ...


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1 posted on 03/18/2013 7:32:31 PM PDT by navysealdad
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To: navysealdad

Just makes me sad.


2 posted on 03/18/2013 7:35:59 PM PDT by Kirkwood (Zombie Hunter)
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To: navysealdad

I couldn’t see it.

It said to close my eyes.


3 posted on 03/18/2013 7:36:00 PM PDT by cripplecreek (REMEMBER THE RIVER RAISIN!)
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To: navysealdad

I sent this to my Mom. She liked it a lot. I can remember a lot of this stuff too. We Genx’ers may be the last generation to remember any of this.


4 posted on 03/18/2013 7:37:53 PM PDT by 3Fingas (Sons and Daughters of Freedom, Committee of Correspondence)
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To: cripplecreek

You so funny.


5 posted on 03/18/2013 7:46:41 PM PDT by Jane Long (Background checks? Dandy idea, Mr. President. Shoulda started with yours. - Sarah Palin)
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To: 3Fingas

What is really sad is watching it and noting how many of those things are now codified child abuse/neglect or otherwise demonized.

Seriously.


6 posted on 03/18/2013 7:47:48 PM PDT by Norm Lenhart
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To: navysealdad

Thank you.


7 posted on 03/18/2013 7:48:33 PM PDT by MichaelCorleone (A return to Jesus and prayer in the schools is the only way.)
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To: navysealdad

Good times and good memories. The song says ‘50’s, but I experienced most of this later than that.


8 posted on 03/18/2013 7:50:02 PM PDT by Jane Long (Background checks? Dandy idea, Mr. President. Shoulda started with yours. - Sarah Palin)
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To: navysealdad

Born in 1972 and identify with everything in that video...

Now I am nostalgic... and depressed...


9 posted on 03/18/2013 7:50:26 PM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: navysealdad

Thank you. The word that comes to mind is “bittersweet”.

Did I live in the last generation of childhood?

I think so.

My best friend and I would take the garden hose and create a crazy pattern across the lawn, then we’d wait until we saw a car coming in the distance, and took turns, one running the entire pattern of the hose and falling backwards into the arms of the other just as the car went by...like, well, the driver would be amazed at our stunt LOL.

But we were children. Thank God.


10 posted on 03/18/2013 7:50:45 PM PDT by KittenClaws (You may have to fight a battle more than once in order to win it." - Margaret Thatcher)
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To: 3Fingas

YES!!! I remember coming home to the whistle of mom, catching fireflies, etc...

Hell, I remember doing the Big Wheel wipe out (going as fast as you can and then ripping the brake up) and also remember Star Wars, loved it... and on and on

Just realized my kids won’t have that memory. Even if I risked the world and let them.. and something happened to them... Freepers (amongst the rest of the world) would say “WHY WEREN’T YOU WATCHING THEM EVERY SECOND!!!!!!” Heck, I was gone from time got home from school until supper or dark, whichever came first... but if I did that with my kids, the world would put me in jail.

That is just damn sad...


11 posted on 03/18/2013 7:54:07 PM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: Norm Lenhart

See my just posted post.


12 posted on 03/18/2013 7:54:53 PM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: autumnraine

So many of the things we did ‘normally’ are now blacklisted. And yes, many on the right are as bad as leftists.

At 10 I used to travel miles from home on a snowmobile in the Adirondacks. We ALL did. It was NORMAL. At 13 we took motorboats on lakes fishing. At 16 we had been driving for YEARS on dirt roads.

Today? I see patents of mid teenagers refusing to let kids go to a movie alone/with friends.

Pathetic.


13 posted on 03/18/2013 8:01:56 PM PDT by Norm Lenhart
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To: navysealdad

Kids in the 70's: No knee pads, helmets, brakes or over-cautious soccer moms. That's just how we rolled.

14 posted on 03/18/2013 8:17:30 PM PDT by BBell (And Now for Something Completely Different)
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To: navysealdad

Born in 1954.

Experienced almost all of this..

Was not well off, but thought I was rich.

Father worked in a factory, and so did I until graduating from college.
Had to pay my own tuition. which was fine by me.

I can remember bicycling for hours to see how many miles I could clock on the odometer on my bike, going into the next town, which was a small city, and never being concerned.

I remember standing up to a seventh grade bully, when everyone else cowered. I got punched hard, but from then on, the bully treated me with respect.

Somehow, we settled all playground and street game disputes without murder and mayhem. no one went to the hospital.

We would play baseball in the street, and occasionally broke a window, which we all chipped in to pay for.

We would play until we could not see in the dark, flop on the bed exhausted, and be up in the morning, ready to do it all over again. each day was an adventure that we scripted ourselves, with no play dates or organized play theme.

serendipity was finding enough scrap lumber and wheels to build a cart that you steered with rope, and pulling it up to the hilliest street, and taking turns defying death and traffic driving that cart downhill after a hearty push off for speed from all of your friends.

scrapes, falls, bruises, bump not attended to to, as it would take you out of the game. That is, unless you needed a tourniquet or knocked yourself unconscious.

There was morning playtime after breakfast,mthen a break for lunch. fternoon play time until you were whistled home for dinner by your dad, and each dad had a whistle, and the other kids would say that your dad was whistling for you. Then after dinner, evening play until it was too dark to play, and you’d sit around talking on the porch steps about how you would explore the world tomorrow.

The corner candy store was like a temple of delights. having money made you king, and everyone wanted to accompany you to the corner store to share in your purchases.

My older sisters would send me with money to buy cigarettes and hairspray, and bring back matches. no problem, hey I got a dime for my troubles or a quarter.maybe. and it was silver.

Ice skating on the pond at the local park when it froze in the winter, at night, hoping to see the cute blonde headed girl you were suddenly interested in.

Delivering papers six days a week and collecting on Saturday learning responsibility and how to handle customers and money.

Lots of good memories.


15 posted on 03/18/2013 8:34:52 PM PDT by exit82 ("The Taliban is on the inside of the building" E. Nordstrom 10-10-12)
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To: navysealdad

Love this and the music,

but it’s a new version of this presentation.

Second or third line:

BEFORE SEMI-AUTOMATICS...

The soft sell.

The subliminal sell.

Part of the change agent’s arsenal.

DISARM AMERICA.

Don’t buy it.

Be aware.


16 posted on 03/18/2013 8:40:27 PM PDT by capecodder
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To: navysealdad

17 posted on 03/18/2013 8:53:51 PM PDT by JoeProBono (A closed mouth gathers no feet - Mater tua caligas exercitus gerit ;-{)
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To: KittenClaws
We didn't have a car and walked or took the bus. Every weekend we'd go to the local theater. We used to call it "the slip and slide" because the carpets were so slick with crud that you'd slide down the aisles. Our mother would give us 25 cents each. 15 cents to get in, and 10 cents for a box of popcorn. Sometimes on Saturday mornings they'd have cartoon jamborees. One time my ticket was drawn, and I won a Davey Crockett rifle that shot caps. My brother was really pissed over that since our mother had made him take me to the show.

For entertainment we used to lay one end of a long ladder from the floor of our porch down to the ground, and see who could walk down the rungs without falling off. We used to have a rag man who came around every so often in his horse-drawn cart and go through your trash at the curb. We had an old coal furnace, and it was a real treat for us to watch them put the coal down the chute into the coal bin.

There was a horse chestnut tree down the street from us, and we used to cut open the burrs, cut a hole in the chestnuts, and put strings through them to make necklaces. At the corner of of our street was an empty lot. We'd go there to catch grasshoppers and whatever other type of insect we could find. We used to use bedsheets and blankets to hang over the clothes line in the back yard to make tents. We'd secure them to the ground by hammering clothespins through them. I don't think there was a sheet or blanket in our house that didn't have holes in the corners from our doing this. And my Mom never bitched.

I sure miss those days.

18 posted on 03/18/2013 8:57:44 PM PDT by mass55th (Courage is being scared to death - but saddling up anyway...John Wayne)
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To: navysealdad

The first time I heard “You can’t say that’’I knew the America I once knew and had grown up in as a kid had vanished.


19 posted on 03/18/2013 9:09:52 PM PDT by jmacusa (Political correctness is cultural Marxism. I'm not a Marxist.)
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To: navysealdad

Born in 1939. Older than dirt! I remember kerosene lamps, a wood-fired cookstove, roasting ears of corn in the oven overnight before shelling it and having it ground for corn meal, butchering a steer and several hogs for the winter larder, the smokehouse with sausage and hams and bolognas being smoked, a two-hole outhouse because no indoor plumbing or electricity until 1947, cap pistols with roll caps, hightop shoes with a little pocket on the side for a pen knife, cars with suicide doors, farming with two teams of horses and a team of mules, a push lawnmower with no engine on it, a big old floor model battery radio and listening to The Lone Ranger, and The Great Gildersleeve, Life with Riley, Inner-sanctum, The Grand Ol’ Opry, Baby Snooks, etc., coming home from a one-room schoolhouse in the afternoon and Mom ironing while listening to Just Plain Bill, and Porcia Faces Life, and Ma Perkins, etc. on the radio, going small game hunting when there actually were a lot of ringnecks, rabbits and squirrels around, trapping for skunks, muskrats, etc, and skinning them and selling the hides, going to the hatchery and getting several hundred baby chicks to raise for laying hens and for Sunday dinners, playing “ante over the shanty” by throwing a sponge rubber ball back and forth over the schoolhouse roof, listening to the local brass band at a Saturday evening Sunday School picnic, walking off into the dusk holding hands with a girlfriend and stealing an occasional smooch. Those were the days!


20 posted on 03/18/2013 9:25:02 PM PDT by Tucker39
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To: Kirkwood

Me too. Life used to be good. Then we threw God out of society, education, government and most of religion. Now we have infanticide, faggots and corruption. Thank you democrats, you reprehensible sorry excuses for humans.


21 posted on 03/18/2013 9:28:43 PM PDT by LouAvul
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To: exit82

You had a bike with an odometer? Wow! You were rich! Just kidding.

My high school English teacher died today. She taught mythology in the 9th grade so I was in her other classes for four years. In the 9th grade she wore my butt out with a paddle. I didn’t tell my mother because if I did I would have gotten another whipping from her.

We played war with BB guns. We took axes to the woods and cut down trees to make a fort. We swam in snake infested creeks. We did this from the time we were ten years old. But I do sometimes wonder if we weren’t a little more mature than kids today.


22 posted on 03/18/2013 9:31:37 PM PDT by Terry Mross (This country will fail to exist in my lifetime. And I'm gettin' up there in age.)
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To: Terry Mross

LOL! yeah, the speedometer had an odometer. .got it up to over six hundred miles before it crapped out.

I think the freedom we had back then did make us more mature in one way, we knew how to look out for ourselves. still did dumb things, but not fatal things.

Playing war was a staple. I was an expert in “dying” with a flourish.

A well crafted ambush made for a great day.


23 posted on 03/18/2013 9:48:50 PM PDT by exit82 ("The Taliban is on the inside of the building" E. Nordstrom 10-10-12)
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To: 3Fingas
We Genx’ers may be the last generation to remember any of this.

If only you could know the things we Boomers remember. I don't think any generation of American children had it so good.

24 posted on 03/18/2013 10:26:11 PM PDT by Windflier (To anger a conservative, tell him a lie. To anger a liberal, tell him the truth.)
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To: exit82

1955 edition Boomer here. I enjoyed your recollections and share many of them with you. It was a unique time that was extended through our kids because of living in the middle of America. It probably was not able to be extended to their peers that lived in different circumstances and locations because the conditions had changed so much.

Things that had passed and were not available for my 1980-born son to experience:

Having a paper route - it was all done as motor routes.

Learning to drive a stick shift - we owned only automatics.

Farm work - little contact with agriculture and too much liability for the farmer to take on a teenager.

Bike rides like you described - living in a tract-home suburb of a metro area comes with arterial streets that are not bike-friendly.

There’s probably other things that didn’t/couldn’t happen but we tried to maintain some things.


25 posted on 03/19/2013 12:20:14 AM PDT by T-Bird45 (It feels like the seventies, and it shouldn't.)
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To: autumnraine

My parents used at various times a bell, a large triangle, and...their voice.

I remember playing all those games and “Crack the Whip”

I remember the metal roller skates, and how I would take them apart, hammer them flat and nail them to boards to make skateboards that would never stand up to the first crack in the sidewalk they met, causing either the front or rear wheels to fall of and causing you to crack up.

You never see a group of neighborhood kids playing baseball or tackle football (with no equipment)

It is almost an unwritten rule amongst parents not to let more than three or four kids congregate.


26 posted on 03/19/2013 3:34:27 AM PDT by rlmorel (1793 French Jacobins and 2012 American Liberals have a lot in common.)
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To: Terry Mross; exit82

Heh...remember the generators that you put on the tire to drive the chrome torpedo shaped lights that were attached to the handlebars?


27 posted on 03/19/2013 3:37:05 AM PDT by rlmorel (1793 French Jacobins and 2012 American Liberals have a lot in common.)
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To: BBell
Kids in the 70's: No knee pads, helmets, brakes or over-cautious soccer moms. That's just how we rolled.

I remember the Evel Knievel era well. We never understood the need for a landing ramp, and why it hurt so much when we landed.

The ice cream man is coming!

28 posted on 03/19/2013 3:44:11 AM PDT by St_Thomas_Aquinas
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To: Tucker39
"...cap pistols with roll caps..."

Hehehe...I know I'm not the only one out there who would take the entire roll, put it on the sidewalk and drop a brick on it to make the whole roll explode!

It was loud enough to make your ears ring, but it sure went through a box of caps fast!

I can almost remember the narrow white box with red writing on the outside that held four or five rolls.

And, of course...toy guns. That your parents would buy for you. This was the most amazing toy gun I had...

Now, parents would call the police if they saw you with that. And the police might shoot you when they saw you themselves.

29 posted on 03/19/2013 3:45:29 AM PDT by rlmorel (1793 French Jacobins and 2012 American Liberals have a lot in common.)
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To: St_Thomas_Aquinas
Hahahaha...remember how all the kids, no matter what activity you were engaged in, would stop bolt still for a second when we got the first inkling of whatever the ice cream truck used to play?

We must have looked like a bunch of meerkats...

"ICE CREAM!"

30 posted on 03/19/2013 3:50:05 AM PDT by rlmorel (1793 French Jacobins and 2012 American Liberals have a lot in common.)
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To: rlmorel
We must have looked like a bunch of meerkats...

Hehehehe... Loved my 10-cent root beer Popsicle, but the bookie's kid could afford Italian Ice. At least I'm not still bitter. Pretty much, anyway.

31 posted on 03/19/2013 4:02:07 AM PDT by St_Thomas_Aquinas
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To: navysealdad

Yeah, those were the days...polio, Cold War fears, Jim Crow.

Yup...lets go back to those days.


32 posted on 03/19/2013 4:20:43 AM PDT by Vermont Lt (Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?)
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To: rlmorel

Was watching one of my kids (and mine from back in the day) movie, Wayne’s World.

Never see kids playing in the street and yelling “CAR!” which immediately pauses the game until the car passes.


33 posted on 03/19/2013 4:38:37 AM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: BBell

Good lord at the ridiculously dangerous bike ramps we made.

Piece of wood on a cinder block? That’s a ramp!

And my post below about the big wheel wipe out (ripping the brake after going what felt like 800 miles an hour)


34 posted on 03/19/2013 4:39:40 AM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: BBell; All

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJWEvP9gtww

We were born to mothers who smoked and drank
Slept in cribs painted in lead based paint...

Not that we shouldn’t learn how to be safer, but dang... how DID we survive?


35 posted on 03/19/2013 4:41:55 AM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: All

Lyrics to the video I posted...

We were born to mothers who smoked and drank
Our cribs were covered in lead based paint
No child proof lids, no seat belts in cars
Rode bikes with no helmets and still here we are, still here we are
We got daddy’s belt when we misbehaved
Had three TV channels you got up to change
No video games and no satellite
All we had were friends and they were outside, playin’ outside

It was a different life
When we were boys and girls
Not just a different time
It was a different world
School always started the same every day
The pledge of allegiance then someone would pray
Not every kid made the team when they tried
We got disappointed and that was all right, we turned out all right

It was a different life
When we were boys and girls
Not just a different time
It was a different world

No bottled water, we drank from a garden hose
And every Sunday, all the stores were closed

It was a different life
When we were boys and girls
Not just a different time
It was a different world
It was a different life
When we were boys and girls
Not just a different time It was a different world
It was a different world


36 posted on 03/19/2013 4:47:25 AM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: exit82

I was a tomboy. I was the Annie Oakley of war. And always had to up the boys on the block (until puberty, when I all of a sudden got pretty to them, LOL) Anything you can do I can do better... but even they will say that I added to the fun. Regardless of if I was a GIIIRRRLLLL. Those prissy girls always irritated me. And then, as I said... puberty hit. Haha


37 posted on 03/19/2013 4:51:47 AM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: St_Thomas_Aquinas

ICE CREAM!!!!! ICE CREAM!!!!!

You ain’t got no ice cream, cause you are on welfare... whoops!


38 posted on 03/19/2013 4:56:52 AM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: rlmorel

Heck, apparently now you can’t not only have a cap gun, you can’t make a pancake in the SHAPE of a gun.

Oh Lord. Now I know why the world has sunk...


39 posted on 03/19/2013 4:57:54 AM PDT by autumnraine (America how long will you be so deaf and dumb to thoe tumbril wheels carrying you to the guillotine?)
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To: autumnraine

Hahaha...I had the biggest crush on the neighborhood tomboy. Her name was Beth Boyd, and she was the younger sister of one of my classmates. He looked like Drew Carey, but she had short blonde hair and jade green eyes, she could outrun me, and when we wrestled, she beat me because my mind wasn’t on wrestling...:)

I was twelve years old...that probably explains it!


40 posted on 03/19/2013 6:26:08 AM PDT by rlmorel (1793 French Jacobins and 2012 American Liberals have a lot in common.)
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To: Vermont Lt

Yeah, we have Ebola, Terrorism and flash mob beatings today. There are always those things, or things like them.


41 posted on 03/19/2013 6:28:04 AM PDT by rlmorel (1793 French Jacobins and 2012 American Liberals have a lot in common.)
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To: autumnraine

Born in 59. Lived two miles outside of a small town. Rode my bike EVERYWHERE (on the highway)! Played in the woods all winter (Mom wouldn’t let me in the woods until after the first frost, snakes and chiggers). Hunted in the same woods as a teenager.
Played war, had a huge pine straw pile that I made into a fort, pinecones made great hand grenades. Worked summers in tobacco fields from age 13, added mowing lawns on Saturdays after I got my license. Drove a school bus my junior and senior years in high school.
All Saturday morning in front of the TV, cartoon time!!!! And went to church EVERY Sunday. Unless I was puking, had the runs or a temperature, went to school. The common cold didn’t stop me. Doctor’s cure-all was pennicilin shots in the backside.
3 TV channels, 7PM Saturday gave the choice of Lawrence Welk, Hee-Haw, or Chapionship Wrestling, and with one TV in the house, I never got to see wrestling. And don’t forget Marlon Perkins and Wild Kingdom. Reruns of Gilliagn’s Island, Hogan’s Heroes, The Lone Ranger, and a local TV kids show starring Witney the Hobo (WITN-TV 7 Washington, NC).
Scouts, third grade school picture in my Cub uniform, camping with Boy Scout troop when older.
Taking the boat with Mom and Dad and another family and camping on Cape Lookout.....fresh caught fish fried on the beach for breakfast. Raw clams straight out of the water. Riding down the beach on the front fender of Dad’s beach buggy.
Travelling a whole day to visit my grandparents in TN every summer. Helping out on the farm. Stepping barefoot in a warm cowpie (I know....EEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!) Making the same trip on Thanksgiving Wednesday and (at 12 years) hunting for the first time with the menfolk on Thanksgiving day.
Waking up Christmas morning to see what Santa brought. Brand new Murray Wildcat banana bike in 1966 (I still have it) and an engraved Bible in 1967 (still have it, too).


42 posted on 03/19/2013 11:09:20 AM PDT by fredhead (I'm not losing my hair, it's just retired and relocating further south.)
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To: rlmorel

Remember when the spokes became loose and you had to find someone with a spoke wrench? And the spokes would poke holes in the inner tube?

I wonder how many people have no idea what an inner tube is. I just realized it’s two words myself.


43 posted on 03/19/2013 11:45:27 AM PDT by Terry Mross (This country will fail to exist in my lifetime. And I'm gettin' up there in age.)
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To: Terry Mross

Hah...did you ever crunch aluminum cans with your heels, walk around with them for a while on your heels, then remove one and place it upside down on the top of the rear wheel where it passes through the frame?

It made a cool motor sound, especially if you had a knobby tire!

Heh, nowadays, they just give kids a motorcycle, they don’t need no stinkin’ sound generator...:)


44 posted on 03/19/2013 1:55:54 PM PDT by rlmorel (1793 French Jacobins and 2012 American Liberals have a lot in common.)
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To: Terry Mross

Inner tube...I remember making slingshots, I was so inept at it. It’s a wonder I didn’t put my eye out, I was constantly pulling the thing back and having it either come loose at the wood and hit me in the face (leaving a dark red welt) or it would come loose at the pouch, and when that happened, it was worse, because my knuckle holding the pouch would hit me in the face and drive my glasses into my nose, and the rubber strap would fly forward and leave a red welt on my hand!

But...I persisted!


45 posted on 03/19/2013 2:01:27 PM PDT by rlmorel (1793 French Jacobins and 2012 American Liberals have a lot in common.)
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To: rlmorel

Yep, we did the can thing. Back then cans were made of tin and were a lot heavier and thicker. I believe that’s why soft drinks today don’t have as much carbonation. The whimpy aluminum cans can’t take the pressure.


46 posted on 03/19/2013 6:23:13 PM PDT by Terry Mross (This country will fail to exist in my lifetime. And I'm gettin' up there in age.)
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To: mass55th
I miss them too. But I miss them for the children that are growing up today. They simply have no freedom to be children.

We trick- or- treated for hours within at least a 10 block radius, took candy from strangers and ATE it. Halloween parties where your best friends dad turned out the lights, passed around raw spaghetti and peeled grapes while telling a horror story - giggling, gloriously frightened little girls! (The poor man would probably be arrested today).

There were no iPads, iPhones, iAnything; but didn't those new refrigerator boxes make fine spaceships, race cars, and country houses? All it took was a magic marker and imagination.

Tree houses! Wood pilfered from everywhere, old bent nails, and a hammer borrowed from someone’s dad..we actually played in those unsafe structures.

47 posted on 03/20/2013 6:43:30 PM PDT by KittenClaws (You may have to fight a battle more than once in order to win it." - Margaret Thatcher)
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To: autumnraine
Just realized my kids won’t have that memory. Even if I risked the world and let them.. and something happened to them... Freepers (amongst the rest of the world) would say “WHY WEREN’T YOU WATCHING THEM EVERY SECOND!!!!!!” Heck, I was gone from time got home from school until supper or dark, whichever came first... but if I did that with my kids, the world would put me in jail.


That is what's wrong. In today's world, you can not risk it. Too many crazies out there.

It is not that parents do not desire those experiences for their children, the world has changed.

48 posted on 03/20/2013 6:46:31 PM PDT by KittenClaws (You may have to fight a battle more than once in order to win it." - Margaret Thatcher)
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