Posted on 05/31/2013 6:21:29 AM PDT by IbJensen
This is a common story of our childhood that was unfettered by a central socialist government.
The list neglects the practice of becoming blood brothers.
Actually I know someone who DID lose an eye.
Playing fort with real firecrackers.
Guess how many little boys did this in our community after he lost his eye.
Sometimes your job in life is to serve as a warning to others. We got warned real good.
one can never be so bad as to not be able to serve as a horrible example
It sure was. I know. I lived it.
(And no, it wasn’t in the 1930s...)
Somewhere along the line..it became, if not illegal then irresponsible for your kids to get out of your sight. And if they do something slightly risky, or even stupid like kids do, then it wasn’t kids being kids but your fault for not continously supervising them.
Love it!
Powerful. Thank you.
You bet I’ll be passing this on!
We weren’t allowed to play on the res.
Well, he’s a really great guy. Married now with kids, good job, etc. But the glass eye WAS creepy when we were kids. And he kept having to get new ones as he grew. And they could never get the color just like his other eye either.
I’m sure if there’d been a law against playing fort with real firecrackers he’d have done it anyways. We’re that sort of people down south.
While likely true in its conclusions, the saying, at least for me, is difficult to believe that Jay Leno ever said it.
If ever there was a more overpaid, pampered, pumped up semblance of a ‘comedian’ he is it. He hasn’t written his own jokes for years, I’d guess. Just a network puppet that the Execs decided was a good replacement for Johnny Carson.
Don’t believe it.
Ah, the big wheel. We had a lot of fun with it. Even when we were way too old to ride it. We’d push each other down the steep hill and get going really fast. BTW, it was impossible to stop the thing when you are going that fast with the pedals spinng too fast and the plastic wheel against concrete was useless. Lol.
Built a tree house without a permit or an inspector
A big one you left out:
Either at school or at a friend’s house - if you messed up, the teacher, principal or your friend’s parent, kicked your butt for being a little jerk - THEN, they called your folks, which was worse because you knew another beat-down was coming.
These days, discipling someone else’s kid is simply unheard of - you don’t dare even look cross-eyed at someone else’s misbehaving brat, for fear of a lawsuit.
Great post - thanks.
HAHAHAHA!!! That's right! Thank you for making me laugh this morning. :-)
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