[al baby]

Thought this was a good light read. Especialy in light of recent events

[RandallFlagg]

Rock wars.
TP-ing houses. Sometimes the school.
Playing around construction sites.
Learning how to use nunchaku and riddling the drywall with holes from shurikens.
Spitball kits made from McDonald's straws and napkins.
Building motorized go-karts -without brakes, proper restraints or lighting gear.
Getting hit by cars -many times.
Fearing, yet loving, my parents.
Adventures with BB guns.
Throwing the cat at the curtains.
Throwing the cat at my Brother.
Vaccuuming my Brother's toes.
Taking apart everything from the lawnmower to the sprinkler timer box.
Learning how to pick locks.
Grinding up Alka-Seltzer, packing it in a straw and taping the straw to the bottom of a model boat -without having environazis kill me on sight for water pollution.
Knowing that the sound of breaking glass is about the funniest sound ever.
Taking out solar panels with my BB gun at 400 yards (Ya gotta arc your shot REALLY steep!)
Catching black widows and praying mantids and making them fight each other in the basement.
Slingshots, and homemade archery devices.
Buying cigarettes before it was a felony offense.
Learning how to coax worms from the soil with 2 metal sticks and a wire plugged into the house (I learned it from an old Dennis the Menace comic) and grabbing one of the sticks -and getting electrocuted.
Getting beaten with the rake by Grandpaw after electrocution (He unplugged me).

Not only should I be dead, but I should have died in PRISON!

[InvisibleChurch]

Sally Leroy: America's greatest contribution has been to teach the world that getting old is such a drag. (Wild in the Streets - 1968 )

[tertiary01]

We used to ride our bikes behind buses in order to get great big whiffs of exhaust. It gave you a great buzz then you would try to knock the other person off their bike. Maybe that why so many Boomers are brain dead!!

[Allegra]

Yeah, my sister and I had these terrycloth slacks when we were little. Dad used to put all the seats down in the back of our station wagon and while driving he'd say "Slide, Baby, Slide!" and gently put the brakes on. We'd squeal with delight as we went sliding from the back of the car to just behind the driver's seat.

Dad and I laugh about how he'd be arrested for that today.

As for my sister and me, how did we survive such brutal treatment? LOL

[monday]

"People under 30 are WIMPS !"

Only one problem. People over 35 are the ones who have created this brave new world in which we now live. They are the ones in charge now. They are the ones who pass seatbelt laws and give multi billion dollar class action settlements to trial lawyers.

It is the legacy of the baby boomer generation that has created this sissy culture where everyone looks for someone else to blame for their problems and people actually believe that government can solve social ills.

If people under 30 are wimps, it is because we have been trained to be wimps by the petty tyrants of the baby boomer generation. Considering the sniveling decadence of our parents generation, what did you expect?

[Dawgmeister]

DEAD?!?! Does that mean that they're going to switch my voter registration from Republican to Democrat??!!

[An American In Dairyland]

I remember being a regular consumer of candy cigarettes and I even had a ball point pen that looked exactly like a cigarette so I could smoke even after the candy package was empty.

[blam]

We put lighted M-80's in glass bottles and threw them at each other.

[ConservativeLawStudent]

Don't include me (25) as part of this "sissy culture." If everyone under the age of 30 are wimps, then that would mean the "sissy culture" began about the time Reagan took over. More likely, it is the kids who are still, well, kids, who are so effected.

[Libertina]

In the paper today, a small black bear was pictured being sedated because it had come too close to a housing area. Whoever sedated the bear let a kid (12?) pose lying on the ground with a paw over his shoulder.

OMGosh, you should have heard the comments in the lunch room and in the letter to editor's section. "The picture humiliated the bear." "It was insensitive like the prison events" "It was SOOOOO dangerous" "The Game & Wildlike Department does NOT condone these actions."

It's a wonder we ever settled this country. Those scared rabbits never would have left their parents' homes! It was sad, pathetic, and ugly - all rolled into one.

[Pylon]

[freekitty]

Thank you. I remember those days. I also remember no child was drugged.

[YaYa123]

Is this the tread you were looking for?

[BykrBayb]

Spent most of my childhood on a farm, so some of these games I've read about here are foreign to me. I went barefoot all summer, even when riding the pony. She'd roll over to scratch her back in the sand, with me on her (or under her.) I had a perfect horse shoe imprint on my chest for a few months after she kicked me once. I think that was the good luck charm that protected me from some of my other escapades.

My brother & I were playing with matches in the cornfield, and ran out of matches. I ran barefoot between the rows to get back to the house and steal more matches. I tried to jump over a row of dried bent corn stalks, but my foot landed squarely on one, and it broke off deep inside my foot. The emergency room doctor was impressed.

We were jumping over the half-wall in the barn, and when my turn came, I made it over the wall, and sliced my leg from knee to hip on the corner of the rusty metal horse trough. My sister taped it shut with first aid tape. No bandage. Just tape.

I caught a squirrel with my bare hands, and he bit me. I don't remember the series of shots, but I'm told I shouldn't try to remember.

We had a toy called "clackers." It was a string with a metal ring (like a key ring) and two clay balls (clackers). You held the ring, swinging it up and down, to get the clackers to swing up and slam against eachother, then down and slam, up slam, down slam.... Sooner or later they would break and go flying at a high rate of speed into a window, an eye, or whatever was in the way; usually somebody's head. It would leave a real nice goose egg.

I still have fond memories of sleds, snow mobiles, toboggans, and Fools' Hill.

I think I lived to the ripe old age of about 6.

[ken5050]

FYI..enjoy

[Publius6961]

I took a health/longevity test on the web a few months ago.
I smoke, not very active, like meat and dairy products, hate foo-foo foods and after answering all the questions the verdict came in...

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I've been dead 15 years!

[diamond6]

Oh I love this!

[Typelouder]

I'd get off the school bus in the winter, grab onto the rear bumper and go skiing.

I'd also hang onto my friend's car bumpers who would do donuts in our church parking lot when it snowed.

I used to stand up on my toboggan going down the hill.

My brothers and I used to throw knives at each others feet in a game to see who could keep their balance with their feet spread the furthest apart.

I survived Lawn Jarts.