If you have access to a boat/canoe/kayak... make sure he can row, paddle; maybe run a small gas motor. Tippy tests, to learn what to do in an emergency.
Posted on 08/09/2017 4:50:01 PM PDT by vannrox
After a snow storm and before the roads were cleared, it was great fun to sneak behind a car, grab hold of the bumper, squat down and ‘skitch’ down the road.
Explore a construction site...
Oh yeah. They built a house next door, and of course we couldn’t resist exploring once the stairs and floors were in (but no walls).
My brother and a friend built a rickety little shed/clubhouse with lumber they stole from that house, then proceeded to lock me in it with a padlock.
I got out by using the head of a nail I found as a screwdriver to undo the screws that held the lock loop to the door frame. I got out and replaced the screws. I could have kicked the door open, but it was more fun the way I did it. It took me no more than 10 minutes to get out.
I don’t think they ever figured out how I escaped.
Thank you both. I’m already saving up 2-liter plastic bottles to use as targets when teaching him how to shoot my .410 and clean it afterward.
Wow! Boy, did I ever get a flashback there! Reminds me of me, except I had those black plastic BCD glasses!
Yes, back in the early 70's in Chicago that was one of our winter pastimes along with playing hockey and throwing snowballs at passing cars. We used to call it skeetching. Was easy back then with metal bumpers, kids can't do that now.
Here is a video showing the differences between back then and now.
I lead a Trail Life USA troop of boys. About half the stuff mentioned we’ve done with the boys.
One thing I have seen is that boys don’t just naturally explore anymore.
This list is entirely correct.
Cliff-sure
Gun-absolutely. By learning the proper and safe way to shoot, you remove the mystery of firearms and subsequent misuse.
When we teach a boy how to use an axe, sometimes we snap a photo and send it to his mom.
Did about 20 of these things, growing up. My kids did about 19 of these things.
“Cliff...nope.”
A couple of my sons did The Quincy Quarries swim———I was not pleased.
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You ain’t lived a real childhood unless you have a four-alarm fire to your credit. LOL.
When I was growing up there were a couple of kids in the neighborhood who would never pass up an opportunity to hop on the back of a truck driving down our street. One kid jumped onto the UPS truck and disappeared around the corner, then showed up again about an hour later looking pretty battered and bruised. The truck headed out on a main road and never stopped again, and he apparently had to jump off while it was no interest at a pretty decent clip. LOL.
Sorry ... while it was MOVING at a pretty decent clip.
Well, at least you were a hero in your siblings eyes.
OF course, they left you hanging at the time and you were on your own.
Bet you ate those taters while in boot camp....<: <:
Well, at least you were a hero in your siblings eyes.
OF course, they left you hanging at the time and you were on your own.
Bet you ate those taters while in boot camp....<: <:
If you have access to a boat/canoe/kayak... make sure he can row, paddle; maybe run a small gas motor. Tippy tests, to learn what to do in an emergency.
Heh, I don’t know what it was like for you, but the first meal we went to Great Lakes was breakfast.
Got my tray, sat down, arranged everything, salt and pepper, crack my knuckles, pick up the fork, look a the food. Ah, what to eat first. Eggs are good before they get cold. I’ll do that. As I speared some chance of scrambled egg, our Company commander shouted at us to get up to leave. I frantically tried to shove a few mouthfuls in...didn’t make THAT mistake again.
I couldn’t eat potatoes with chunks of onion. Regular potatoes were okay, and I loved the instant potatoes, since those could NEVER have onions in them!
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You ‘always’ hear stories of arriving at Marine Boot Camp.
I was living in Glendale CA and the LA Rams sponsored the whole Company so it was comprised of Southern California & Arizona boots.
We got sworn in at halftime of the Rams/49ers game and when we left we were told to take as little as possible as we had to ship our civvies home.
So, I had a shirt, pants - went commando - seemed like a good idea but... and loafers, no socks.
Don’t let anyone fool you..
November at 0200 on the Grinder at NTC San Diego is COLD. Not Great Lakes cold but that wet, clammy cold when standing at attention while near naked for a few hours.
I guess the best part of boot camp was I wanted to go in the Corps but a Navy Chief got hold of me first...
Anyhoo
It was always nice looking over the fence and watching them Jarheads (affectionately) being put through their paces. It made ours seem like a weekend at the beach.
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