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Posted on 05/02/2013 8:18:07 AM PDT by Kaslin
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..an oldie, but a goodie. I always wondered if he ever got any sponsor money?.
If he didn't, he should have
I put the link on my FB page
I had a little red wagon. I never played with it. I never got the concept. What am I supposed to do with this thing?
Oh that is what little boys are supposed to have. My son had one when he was a little boy. I tried to buy one for my grandson when he was 1 years old, but all I could find was one made out of plastic. He will be 10 next month. My son, his dad gave it away last year to a family with small kids
I gave one to my sons too. They never played with it either.
“”””What am I supposed to do with this thing?”””””
Come on, that sounds like one of the kids nowadays.
“A plain cardbord box... what am I supposed to do with this”?
Thats not a cardboard box. Thats a pirate ship plundering for treasure! Thats a jail and you are a gunslinger about to breakout! Thats an alien spaceship heading for the middle of the universe! Thats a racecar at the Indy500! Thats a tent in the wilderness.. you are DaveyCrocket and surrounded by grizzly bears! Thats a dungeon and you have broke in to free the princess held captive!
...at least thats how we rolled when we were kids.
Nowadays... face in the screen... beep beep blip beep... tap tap... computer screen... tap tap... cell phone... beep beep. “Hey Mom whats that outside?”
Oh honey, thats what we call ‘The Sun’.
“Wow” return to screen... beep beep... tap tap tap... blip beep beep.......
Oh man I loved mine.
I usually had it strung to tha back of my bike. It was full of dead squirells or dead snakes or stringer of fish or whatever at any given time.
That was back before children suffered from Vitamin D deficiencies like they do now from never having the Sun on their neck.
I used mine to haul beer bottles up town to the beer joint and collect my penny a piece. Got them from walking along the edge of country roads in Southern Oregon on weekends while my dad climbed telephone poles with the lineman that jointly owned the phone company with his mother. I’d knock on the door of the beer joint and some old guy would come and take my wagon inside and then bring in back with my money. Used it to buy my scout uniform.
A cardboard box full of kids was great for grooming the slope (our street) on a snowy day so we could go even faster on our sleds. The town never plowed our street and barricaded it so us kids could have it as our own.
Lawyers have made sure that can never happen again.
You went around the neighborhood, picked up girls, pulled them to your treehouse, and played Doctor with them.
I remember sliding down the avenue. We had enough sense to post a kid at the cross street intersection who would run out waving his arms if a car was coming and we’d crash into the woods to keep from getting run over.
WHERE THE HELL WERE OUR PARENTS!!!
We also had a sled trail back in the woods. You had to be pretty careful, if you didn’t make the sharp turn at the bottom, you ended up in the brook. I don’t think our parents even knew about that one!
Our parents didn’t seem particularly worried, we even has the use of the sled that my mom still had from when she was a kid.
I had the wooden stake-side model. It had slatted pieces you could remove.
Pulled all kinds of stuff, kids too, mostly attached to bike.
Free range kids. What a different world that was. I don’t think my kids spent 5 minutes where we didn’t know EXACTLY where they were and what they were doing.
We came this close to naming our first son Calvin. We let people talk us out of it. Still kinda regret it.
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