How classic was your childhood?

[Rain Man]

Prison Bitch's fishing thread got me wondering. How classic was your childhood? Take the enclosed poll to find out, and then let us know how many you checked off the list.

Rules: Count only things that you did BEFORE the age of 13.

Disclaimer: I'm a guy so I don't know what girls did before the age of 13. However, I suspect there's significant overlap so hopefully this list is reasonable for people of all chromosomes.


You can summarize your childhood score here:

45 or higher - Your childhood was so American that it was actually Australian.
40 to 44 - Your childhood was classic American and not a pansy soft American. You're an American who eats steak.
35 to 39 - Your childhood was classic American, but probably from one of the coastal states
30 to 34 - Your childhood might be classic American, but more likely it was Canadian.
25 to 29 - Your childhood was more European than American, but one of the tougher central Europe states like Germany or Slovakia. Or maybe Iceland.
20 to 24 - Your childhood was probably English.
15 to 19 - Your childhood was probably French.
10 to 14 - Your childhood was probably Japanese or some other place that's fundamentally different.
9 or lower - Your childhood was probably in one of those bubbles due to an immune system failure.

[threebag]

What pole?

[SAUTO]

B4pole

[scho63]

Did someone steal the pole?

[Pablo]

What pole?
Your childhood was undoubtedly full of taking pole.

[hometeam]

WHERE

[LiveSteam]

I grew up a 100yrds from Bugs.



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Drops mic and walks off

[Hog's Gone Fishin]

The upcoming pole is obviously 3 feet long. I'm out !

We all need to neg rep prison Bitch for this shit !

[threebag]

Pablo is in on the big pole. His throat is getting wet

[BucEyedPea]

Prison Bitch's fishing thread got me wondering. How classic was your childhood? Take the enclosed poll to find out, and then let us know how many you checked off the list.

Define classic?

Barbie and Ken dolls? Dollhouses? My Little Pony? Playing house or dress-up in the basement? Playing school, doctor or Bad Lady—even Priest and doing mock communion? Tea Parties? Baking Christmas cookies?

[lewdog]

Define classic?

Barbie and Ken dolls? Dollhouses? My Little Pony? Playing house or dress-up in the basement? Playing school, doctor or Bad Lad—even Priest and doing mock communion? Tea Parties? Baking Christmas cookies?

We are talking about man things.

Get the fuck back in the kitchen woman!

[Hog's Gone Fishin]

Define classic?

Barbie and Ken dolls? Dollhouses? My Little Pony? Playing house or dress-up in the basement? Playing school, doctor or Bad Lady—even Priest and doing mock communion? Tea Parties? Baking Christmas cookies?

Yep, did all that.

[BucEyedPea]

We are talking about man things.

Get the **** back in the kitchen woman!

Priest was a man thing.

I did plenty of man things. Actually boy things, being a Tom Boy, but still did the girl stuff too.

I remember getting really mad at my mom when she told me in the real world outside the home the men cooked and baked. I remember feeling offended by that.

[Rain Man]

My score was 21. The thing I missed most painfully was not having my own treehouse.

Well, that and sex with a hot teacher. But at that age I honestly would have preferred the treehouse.

[Dartgod]

Pretty classic I'd say. I checked off 35 of the boxes.

Bought an item from a comic book ad
Built a sand castle or other sand structure on a beach
Built a snowman
Camped in your backyard
Carried a lunch box to school
Eaten food cooked over a campfire
Fired a bb gun
Got into a bottle rocket fight
Got into a physical fight on a school playground
Had a bike wreck
Had your own treehouse
Joined the Boy Scouts or Girl Scouts or equivalent
Jumped off a diving board, high dive, cliff or rope swing into water
Kissed a person (on the lips) of whatever sex you now like
Lit sparklers and carried them around
Looked at ****ography
Mowed a non-relative’s lawn for money (or shoveled a non-relative’s walk for money)
Owned a science kit of some sort (chemistry, electricity, etc.)
Owned an optical science tool - telescope or microscope
Owned Legos, Lincoln Logs, or an erector set
Participated in a spelling bee
Played doctor with a person of whatever sex you now like
Played in a youth sports league
Rode a dirt bike (as the driver, not passenger)
Rode a school bus
Rode your bike to a store to buy stuff
Sold something (candy, cookies, light bulbs, etc.) as a youth fundraiser
Spent 1+ weeks at a relative’s house without your parents for no particular reason
Swam in a river or creek
Took swimming lessons
Walked to/from school on your own
Went fishing with a grandparent
Went on a road trip in a station wagon or minivan
Went to a sleepover (or hosted one)
Went to an overnight summer camp

[BucEyedPea]

My score was 21. The thing I missed most painfully was not having my own treehouse.

Well, that and sex with a hot teacher. But at that age I honestly would have preferred the treehouse.

I had more than one tree house. I loved playing in the woods building forts, and climbing trees and competing with other kids for territory—even having a sling-shot war. That is until I got hit and ran home.

[rockymtnchief]

39, but not from a coastal state.

[Rain Man]

I had more than one tree house. I loved playing in the woods building forts, and climbing trees and competing with other kids for territory—even having a sling-shot war. That is until I got hit and ran home.

More than half the people so far had a tree house. I'm feeling kind of deprived.

[Indian Chief]

34

How is it that no one went to Disney World?

[BucEyedPea]

I checked off 28 of them. But forgot one. Cooking food over a campfire. I guess marshmallows count afterall.

[BucEyedPea]

33

How is it that no one went to Disney World?
My family never had the money. I went as a young adult though. 'Cuz I could pay my own way to travel down.

Now I live near it and took my daughter numerous times growing up. As well as to Universal.

[Rain Man]

33

How is it that no one went to Disney World?

That's kind of a shocker. I figured it would be much more common.

Now that I think about it, I voted no and should technically have voted yes. My parents took me when I was about 18 months old. That was cruel, though, because I remember nothing about it and they never took me again. I think they went more for themselves than me, because they were only about 22 and 24 themselves.

[Frazod]

31.

[BucEyedPea]

That's kind of a shocker. I figured it would be much more common.

Now that I think about it, I voted no and should technically have voted yes. My parents took me when I was about 18 months old. That was cruel, though, because I remember nothing about it and they never took me again. I think they went more for themselves than me, though.

O.M.G. That is cruel.

[Frazod]

34

How is it that no one went to Disney World?

I went when I was 10. Also saw the ocean and went to a beach for the first time.

Two weeks after I saw Jaws in the theater. I wouldn't go out in the water past my knees. :D

[Dartgod]

More than half the people so far had a tree house. I'm feeling kind of deprived.

You can come hang out in mine but you will need to know the secret word.


Or bring some of your dad's Playboys.

[digger]

36, but not from a coastal state. (stole that)*

[rockymtnchief]

More than half the people so far had a tree house. I'm feeling kind of deprived.

We had an awesome tree house 22' up the tree. They were always building in our neighborhood so building materials were easy to "acquire".:D

[Frazod]

The tree house I had was more like a tree platform - it was there when we moved in. It was kind of cool, though.

[Rain Man]

You can come hang out in mine but you will need to know the secret word.


Or bring some of your dad's Playboys.


I don't know the secret word, but I darn well knew where my dad kept the Playboys.

[cdcox]

34

How is it that no one went to Disney World?

It was brand new when I was 13. Disneyland was way way far away. I don't think we had water parks either.

[BucEyedPea]

I went when I was 10. Also saw the ocean and went to a beach for the first time.

Two weeks after I saw Jaws in the theater. I wouldn't go out in the water past my knees. :D

I can't imagine not seeing an ocean with a beach growing up.

[Dartgod]

I don't know the secret word, but I darn well knew where my dad kept the Playboys.

Cool, you're in the club then.

[Rain Man]

I can't imagine not seeing an ocean with a beach growing up.

Discounting the Disneyland trip when I was 18 months old, I saw my first beach at around age 24. My twenties were a decade filled with discoveries.

[BucEyedPea]

Discounting the Disneyland trip when I was 18 months old, I saw my first beach at around age 24. My twenties were a decade filled with discoveries.

Being landlocked is not something I ever want to be.

[Frazod]

I can't imagine not seeing an ocean with a beach growing up.

When I went home on my first leave after being on my ship, my dad asked me how I liked it. I said I didn't. He asked why. I said I don't like the ocean. He said well, why'd you go in the Navy, dumbass? I replied I'M FROM MISSOURI. How would I know? LMAO

[cdcox]

I went to Disneyworld for the first time on my honeymoon at age 21.

[hometeam]

Only missed out on 6. You left out all kinds of good shit too :P

[Frazod]

I don't know the secret word, but I darn well knew where my dad kept the Playboys.

Oh yeah. Pile of boxes in the corner of the basement, hidden just well enough that mom wouldn't see them unless she was really looking for them. But I had no trouble locating them.

[BucEyedPea]

BTW RainMain your list is sexist.

[Rain Man]

I went to Disneyworld for the first time on my honeymoon at age 21.

"You're back! What was your favorite ride?"

"I can't answer that."

[Rain Man]

BTW RainMain your list is sexist.

I suspected as much. What am I missing from the Y-chromosome deficient category?

[cdcox]

"You're back! What was your favorite ride?"

"I can't answer that."

Took me waaaay to long to get that one.

[BucEyedPea]

I suspected as much. What am I missing from the Y-chromosome deficient category?

Some were listed a few posts back, but you did cover Girl Scouts.

[Rain Man]

Only missed out on 6. You left out all kinds of good shit too :P

With only 50 slots, I had to cut out some, such as, "Did a long hike with friends to look at a dead body beside the railroad tracks". What else did I miss?

[Frazod]

With only 50 slots, I had to cut out some, such as, "Did a long hike with friends to look at a dead body beside the railroad tracks". What else did I miss?

Screw BB guns. Shot real guns should have been a question. :bang:

[BucEyedPea]

When I went home on my first leave after being on my ship, my dad asked me how I liked it. I said I didn't. He asked why. I said I don't like the ocean. He said well, why'd you go in the Navy, dumbass? I replied I'M FROM MISSOURI. How would I know? LMAO

That's a pretty funny answer. I would be scared of being out in the deep ocean far from shore. Bunch of macho guys I know here went on one of those deep sea fishing boats and most of the time they just spilled their guts and got sick from sea sickness. I laughed.

[BucEyedPea]

I got into two physical fights outside not at school playground but at the town pool's sunbathing area, the other in my back yard. Both were bullies though. But at home I was would beat up my passive aggressive older sister more often—and win!

[TrebMaxx]

40 to 44 - Your childhood was classic American and not a pansy soft American. You're an American who eats steak. Yes, I love steak.

It will be easier to list what I didn't do than what I did.
Had sex with a hot teacher
Had your own treehouse
Went to Disneyland/Disneyworld/Epcot
Participated in a spelling bee (I may of done this but I do not recollect)
Played doctor with a person of whatever sex you now like ( Who needs to play doctor when you are already getting it?)
Served as an altar boy/girl or equivalent in a religious group
Took dance lessons
Took piano lessons ( I did play the trumpet )
Went to boarding school ( The threats were made but parents never followed through )

[Bugeater]

I grew up a 100yrds from Bugs.



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Drops mic and walks off
I am disappointed that "lit creek on fire" did not make the poll.

[Rain Man]

So far, we're 24 of 24 on snowmen. I almost didn't include that, but figured we might have some southerners in the group who never saw snow.

[Frazod]

That's a pretty funny answer. I would be scared of being out in the deep ocean far from shore. Bunch of macho guys I know here went on one of those deep sea fishing boats and most of the time they just spilled their guts and got sick from sea sickness. I laughed.

I think I mainly just hated being away from home, isolated, and working a crappy job for next to no pay, and being at sea was just part of the package. I never got sea sick. And the wife and I went on an Alaska cruise last year, and as much as loved Alaska it was great being back on a ship at sea. We even had some mildly rough seas one day, enough that a good portion of the passengers became ill. I was in heaven. :D

[Bugeater]

"Pitched tent in back yard, told parents we were going to 'camp' in the tent overnight but never slept because we were out terrorizing the neighborhood all night" is also conspicuously absent from the poll.

[BucEyedPea]

I think I mainly just hated being away from home, isolated, and working a crappy job for next to no pay, and being at sea was just part of the package. I never got sea sick. And the wife and I went on an Alaska cruise last year, and as much as loved Alaska it was great being back on a ship at sea. We even had some mildly rough seas one day, enough that a good portion of the passengers became ill. I was in heaven. :D

I am psychologically unable to go on a cruise. I went on a huge cruise ship to see a cousin off and just going down a few levels, I had to high tail it out of there as fast as I could. Makes me feel like I'm being buried. A smaller cruise ship off the coast where they serve dinner or a riverboat I'm fine on. I have sailed quite a bit off the New England coast, north and off Cape Cod. I am fine there too, unless the weather gets rough with deep waves. My sister and husband have a large sail boat and my brother in Maine a more modest one.

[Dartgod]

"Pitched tent in back yard, told parents we were going to 'camp' in the tent overnight but never slept because we were out terrorizing the neighborhood all night" is also conspicuously absent from the poll.

Check another one off for me. Could have also said, "Snuck out of the house to run around in the middle of the night".

[Frazod]

Good idea, Treb. The ones I didn't do:

Never bought an item from comic book ad
Never carried lunch box to school
Naver had a crush on a babysitter (although I did see one of them naked once - she was fairly hot)
No entry in a Science Fair
No sex with a hot teacher
Never mowed non-relative's yard for money (I had a couple of yards that I did for money, but they were both relatives)
No lemonade stand
No science kit
No science tool
Never rode bike to a store (lived too far away)
Never was an altar boy
No dance lessons (and boy does it show :D )
No piano lessons
No water park
No walking to school (too far)
No station wagon/minivan road trip - just a regular car
No overnight summer camp - just summer day camp at the local college
No boarding school

[BucEyedPea]

Check another one off for me. Could have also said, "Snuck out of the house to run around in the middle of the night".

Yep! Did that. I hear a lot of kids do this. Seems to be a rite of passage.

[Frazod]

I am psychologically unable to go on a cruise. I went on a huge cruise ship to see a cousin off and just going down a few levels, I had to high tail it out of there as fast as I could. Makes me feel like I'm being buried. A smaller cruise ship off the coast where they serve dinner or a riverboat I'm fine on. I have sailed quite a bit off the New England coast, north and off Cape Cod. I am fine there too, unless the weather gets rough with deep waves. My sister and husband have a large sail boat and my brother in Maine a more modest one.

You would definitely not do well on a submarine.

My ship was only in truly horrible conditions a couple of times, but once it was on the 10 day crossing from Spain to Virginia, and it just went on and on and on. By the time it broke, I was part of the roughly 10% of the crew that wasn't incapacitated, and it was starting to get to me. Didn't help that there was puke, and the stench of puke, EVERYWHERE. Don't know if I would have lasted another day.

And cleaning up somebody else's puke in rolling seas is actually far worse than it sounds.

[Rain Man]

You would definitely not do well on a submarine.

My ship was only in truly horrible conditions a couple of times, but once it was on the 10 day crossing from Spain to Virginia, and it just went on and on and on. By the time it broke, I was part of the roughly 10% of the crew that wasn't incapacitated, and it was starting to get to me. Didn't help that there was puke, and the stench of puke, EVERYWHERE. Don't know if I would have lasted another day.

And cleaning up somebody else's puke in rolling seas is actually far worse than it sounds.

I'm pondering doing an ocean crossing on a freighter next year, and wondering how it'll go since they apparently don't have the stabilizers that cruise ships have. But I generally do pretty well on the motion stuff. When I did the ferry in Alaska it was on their roughest route and I had no problems at all. One of the people I was hanging out with had to bail out and fly home due to seasickness.

[BucEyedPea]

You would definitely not do well on a submarine.

My ship was only in truly horrible conditions a couple of times, but once it was on the 10 day crossing from Spain to Virginia, and it just went on and on and on. By the time it broke, I was part of the roughly 10% of the crew that wasn't incapacitated, and it was starting to get to me. Didn't help that there was puke, and the stench of puke, EVERYWHERE. Don't know if I would have lasted another day.

And cleaning up somebody else's puke in rolling seas is actually far worse than it sounds.

Cleaning up puke makes me puke or retch. Oh, that sounds horrible. I would never survive that and certainly not be able to ever go on submarine.

[Frazod]

I'm pondering doing an ocean crossing on a freighter next year, and wondering how it'll go since they apparently don't have the stabilizers that cruise ships have. But I generally do pretty well on the motion stuff. When I did the ferry in Alaska it was on their roughest route and I had no problems at all. One of the people I was hanging out with had to bail out and fly home due to seasickness.

Generally it's the size and displacement of the ship, and in the case of a cargo ship, whether it's loaded or not, that determine how it rides. My ship was a 581 feet cargo ship, so it was pretty big, and when fully loaded, it rode very well. When it was empty, though (like the puke fest I described earlier) it was a different story. But smaller ships, like destroyers and frigates, had it far worse. Riding on one of those in some of seas I went through would be brutal. I'm told you get used to it, but we had some guys on my ship who would get sick in calm seas and stayed sick. You never know until you do it. And it's not like you can take the Navy out for a test drive beforehand.

But on a big ocean freighter, more likely than not you'll be fine.

[Buehler445]

This is all it takes to have a decent childhood? I did virtually fuckall compared to most of my friends, because: 1. I didn't live in town, and by 6 I was doing a lot of work on the farm, and by 10 it was every day during the summer.

-Built a snowman
-Camped in your backyard
-Carried a lunch box to school
-Eaten food cooked over a campfire
-Fired a bb gun
-Got into a bottle rocket fight - I'm not sure it was before 13, but it was close
-Got into a physical fight on a school playground
-Had a bike wreck
-Had a line in a school play
-Had your own treehouse
-Joined the Boy Scouts or Girl Scouts or equivalent
-Jumped off a diving board, high dive, cliff or rope swing into water
-Lit sparklers and carried them around
-Looked at pornography
-I did mow lawns for money, but by 10 I was working every day in the summer. Some of that was mowing.
-Owned Legos, Lincoln Logs, or an erector set
-Participated in a spelling bee
-Played in a youth sports league
-Rode a school bus
-Sold something (candy, cookies, light bulbs, etc.) as a youth fundraiser
-Took swimming lessons
-Visited a water park
-Went to a sleepover (or hosted one)
-Went to an overnight summer camp

EDIT: So 24 I guess.

[Frazod]

Cleaning up puke makes me puke or retch. Oh, that sounds horrible. I would never survive that and certainly not be able to ever go on submarine.

Takes a special breed to do sub service. They go through all kinds of psychological testing before getting approved, and even then, occasionally some of them still freak out. And they stay freaked out, because a missile boat isn't going to surface to put off a freaking out crewman. I figure they probably just duct tape them to a bulkhead and go on with the mission.

[MOhillbilly]

44

I took a break dance class at the downtown Y around 83.

[Rain Man]

Generally it's the size and displacement of the ship, and in the case of a cargo ship, whether it's loaded or not, that determine how it rides. My ship was a 581 feet cargo ship, so it was pretty big, and when fully loaded, it rode very well. When it was empty, though (like the puke fest I described earlier) it was a different story. But smaller ships, like destroyers and frigates, had it far worse. Riding on one of those in some of seas I went through would be brutal. I'm told you get used to it, but we had some guys on my ship who would get sick in calm seas and stayed sick. You never know until you do it. And it's not like you can take the Navy out for a test drive beforehand.

But on a big ocean freighter, more likely than not you'll be fine.

Hmm, a quick look tells me that oceangoing freighters are going to be that size or larger. And I suspect they're usually full. So that's a good sign.

These were the two ships I was on in Alaska. I was on the smaller one longer and it was in rougher seas, but I did fine. The bigger one was so smooth that I couldn't even discern motion most of the time.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MV_Tustumena

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MV_Kennicott

[Frazod]

Hmm, a quick look tells me that oceangoing freighters are going to be that size or larger. And I suspect they're usually full. So that's a good sign.

Modern freighters are much bigger than my ship was, and will likely be loaded out going both ways. My ship's mission was to provide supplies to the Sixth Fleet, so on the way back to Norfolk there was no reason for her to carrying anything.

These were the two ships I was on in Alaska. I was on the smaller one longer and it was in rougher seas, but I did fine. The bigger one was so smooth that I couldn't even discern motion most of the time.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MV_Tustumena

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MV_Kennicott

Those are neat - much smaller than the one I was on. I think I would have liked being on a smaller ship more.

This is the ship I was on.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MS_Westerdam

[siberian khatru]

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[BucEyedPea]

I took dance lessons—ballet.

Ice skated, went coasting, tobogganing and skied. Coasted down grass hills on cardboard panels.

[BucEyedPea]

Takes a special breed to do sub service. They go through all kinds of psychological testing before getting approved, and even then, occasionally some of them still freak out. And they stay freaked out, because a missile boat isn't going to surface to put off a freaking out crewman. I figure they probably just duct tape them to a bulkhead and go on with the mission.

LMAO Poor things.

[Frazod]

LMAO Poor things.

Yeah, that would suck. Hmm, it seems you're having a psychotic break. We'll get you some treatment for that in about four months. :evil:

[hometeam]

With only 50 slots, I had to cut out some, such as, "Did a long hike with friends to look at a dead body beside the railroad tracks". What else did I miss?

can on your bicycle wheel, bicycle jousting just off the top of my head.

[lewdog]

35 here.

In before Prison Bitch posts 5.

[bevischief]

Almost the whole thing.

[Buehler445]

can on your bicycle wheel, bicycle jousting just off the top of my head.

Jumped off the roof.
Poison Ivy --- I never have BTW, not because my childhood wasn't classic but because I won childhood.
Built terribly unsafe bike ramps.
Got detention because you were an idiot

Lots of good stuff.

[Holladay]

Playing "Smeer the Queer" in the front yard with a bunch of surface roots.

Snow sledding down the hill in the neighborhood. If there was no snow, putting out garden hoses.

Building, from many broke dick bikes, into one with a sissy bar and banana seat.

Seeing how far you could jump said bike off a ramp, with no helmut.

Using cloths pens to attach cards by your bike wheel spokes to make it sound cool. (the world revolved around bikes)

Exploring the storm sewers.

Digging hideouts.

Build a go-cart.

Getting up to change the TV channel (only 3)

Playing Twister.

Epic snow ball fights to include snow forts.

Not ever being bored.

Your list was quite good. Took a lot of thought and creativity. Brought back a bunch of memories.

Scored 47: no teacher, collecting nor boarding school.

[Bwana]

Screw BB guns. Shot real guns should have been a question. :bang:

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Heh true, I was firing off .22 rounds at 7 or 8, larger rifles and shotguns by the age of 12. We also got into so wicked slingshot and BB gun wars back in the day. :hmmm: I ended up with some welts and that was about it. Did any of you guys ever go hooky bobbing?

[Buehler445]

Heh true, I was firing off .22 rounds at 7 or 8, larger rifles and shotguns by the age of 12. We also got into so wicked slingshot and BB gun wars back in the day. :hmmm: I ended up with some welts and that was about it. Did any of you guys ever go hooky bobbing?

LOL

That reminds me, dad and his buddies were shooting blue rock when I was about 7 or 8, and naturally I wanted to too. So dad dug out an old 410 and I shot too. I have no idea why he did that. All he did was waste a bunch of 410 shells. ROFL

[Dartgod]

Exploring the storm sewers.



Oh yeah, that was a good one.

Also should have added. "Built a dam on the local creek".

[Dartgod]

Heh true, I was firing off .22 rounds at 7 or 8, larger rifles and shotguns by the age of 12. We also got into so wicked slingshot and BB gun wars back in the day. :hmmm: I ended up with some welts and that was about it. Did any of you guys ever go hooky bobbing?

What the hell is that? I know what hooky is (and yes I did), but hooky bobbing?

[Buehler445]

Yeah, I got nothing on Hooky Bobbing. Is that like Snipe hunting?

[Dartgod]

Yeah, I got nothing on Hooky Bobbing. Is that like Snipe hunting?

I was afraid to Google it, but did anyway.

Skitching (abbreviated from "ski-hitching" or "skate-hitching", pron: \ˈskē-chiŋ\ , "Ders, I'm skitching.") is the act of hitching a ride by holding onto a motor vehicle while riding on a skateboard, roller skates or bicycle. It is also sometimes referred to as bumper hitching, bumpershining, poggying, or bizzing, bumper jumping, and hooky bobbing,[1] the latter three referring primarily to the equivalent done on icy or snowy streets without a skateboard or roller skates, but skitching does not include a snowboard; the proper wording for that is snitching. In addition, skitching can be performed on a bicycle or Inner tube.[2]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skitching

[loochy]

30. I guess I'm Canadian.

That was a fun look back at childhood things that I don't think about much these days. Thanks RainMan.

[loochy]

Yeah, I got nothing on Hooky Bobbing. Is that like Snipe hunting?

I was afraid to Google it, but did anyway.



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skitching


Skatin'
Hitchin'
Bitchin'
SKITCHIN'

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/28/Skitchin'.jpg

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[Buehler445]

I was afraid to Google it, but did anyway.



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skitching

Oh hell, I've done that.

I've also very stupidly done that on rock roads.

This thread... reminds me that I've achieved the statistical impossibility of surviving my childhood. God I was a moron.

[Indian Chief]

I was thinking about this while driving to work this morning.

- Putting cards in your bicycle spokes.
- Played hockey/football/basketball in the street

[Bwana]

LOL

That reminds me, dad and his buddies were shooting blue rock when I was about 7 or 8, and naturally I wanted to too. So dad dug out an old 410 and I shot too. I have no idea why he did that. All he did was waste a bunch of 410 shells. ROFL

I have always loved guns and have enjoyed shooting them. I remember at 12 my Dad had a 30-06 and I was using a .243 when we were out deer hunting one day.

After the hunt I asked Dad if I could shoot his 30-06. He was hesitant about it but I was persistent and I kept on him until he said yes. It felt like I got kicked by a mule but I didn't show it. It rocked me back, I stood there for a second, handed him back the gun and smiled. I waited a couple of years before I used something that big on a regular basis for my hunts. :hmmm:

He also made me use a single shot 20 gauge shotgun from age 12-14 when we were out duck and goose hunting and wouldn't let me use a 12 gauge pump or semi-automatic. He told me that I needed to learn to hit things first and make every shot count. I remember as a kid that ticked me off but he was right. By the time I was 14 and got my first pump 12 gauge, I was knocking down everything in range.

[tooge]

That WAS my childhood. LOL. I did all of those things except maybe three or four. I wasn't an alterboy, I didn't take dance lessons, and I didn't go to disneyland until I was 15 and that was just because we went to Cal as a family. I think I did everything else on the list.
should have added:
Killed a tweety bird with a bb gun
worked on/painted a bike
jumped bikes off a ramp
rode high speed in the back of a pickup truck
swung from a rope swing into water
caught a bullfrog
flew a kite
jumped off a roof
stole building materials from a building site to build a fort
caught a snake and asked parents if you could keep it as a pet
melted a plastic army man
strapped bottle rockets onto hotwheels

[Bwana]

What the hell is that? I know what hooky is (and yes I did), but hooky bobbing?

We would grab onto the back bumper of a car in the winter and go for a ride when the car would take off. That saved us a lot of walking home from school. UPS trucks had the best bumpers.

We would also tie inner tubes onto the back of pickups and slide around the neighborhood. A buddy of mind had a couple of older brothers that would pull us around at a rather high rate of speed. ROFL There were some epic wipeouts to put it mildly. Guys smacking parked cars, getting strained through hedge rows. Looking back, I'm surprised no one ever broke some bones on some of those adventures.

[Lzen]

27

[Lzen]

That WAS my childhood. LOL. I did all of those things except maybe three or four. I wasn't an alterboy, I didn't take dance lessons, and I didn't go to disneyland until I was 15 and that was just because we went to Cal as a family. I think I did everything else on the list.
should have added:
Killed a tweety bird with a bb gun
worked on/painted a bike
jumped bikes off a ramp
rode high speed in the back of a pickup truck
swung from a rope swing into water
caught a bullfrog
flew a kite
jumped off a roof
stole building materials from a building site to build a fort
caught a snake and asked parents if you could keep it as a pet
melted a plastic army man
strapped bottle rockets onto hotwheels

Now we're talking.

[Rooster]

Alright!! Who's the uppity asshole that went to boarding school? :D

[oldman]

I got 43, but it would have been higher if some of the things listed existed when I was 13. There were no water parks, no one had a dirt bike, and only Disneyland was there. Also, no hot teachers.

[Bwana]

That WAS my childhood. LOL. I did all of those things except maybe three or four. I wasn't an alterboy, I didn't take dance lessons, and I didn't go to disneyland until I was 15 and that was just because we went to Cal as a family. I think I did everything else on the list.
should have added:
Killed a tweety bird with a bb gun
worked on/painted a bike
jumped bikes off a ramp
rode high speed in the back of a pickup truck
swung from a rope swing into water
caught a bullfrog
flew a kite
jumped off a roof
stole building materials from a building site to build a fort
caught a snake and asked parents if you could keep it as a pet
melted a plastic army man
strapped bottle rockets onto hotwheels

Ring and run - Ring a doorbell and run and hide to watch the reaction.

Flaming bag of crap - light a bag of crap on fire, ring the doorbell and watch the guy come out and stomp out the flame. We only did this once, some old boy shot rock salt at us for cutting across his field so we evened the score.

[Buehler445]

I have always loved guns and have enjoyed shooting them. I remember at 12 my Dad had a 30-06 and I was using a .243 when we were out deer hunting one day.

After the hunt I asked Dad if I could shoot his 30-06. He was hesitant about it but I was persistent and I kept on him until he said yes. It felt like I got kicked by a mule but I didn't show it. It rocked me back, I stood there for a second, handed him back the gun and smiled. I waited a couple of years before I used something that big on a regular basis for my hunts. :hmmm:

He also made me use a single shot 20 gauge shotgun from age 12-14 when we were out duck and goose hunting and wouldn't let me use a 12 gauge pump or semi-automatic. He told me that I needed to learn to hit things first and make every shot count. I remember as a kid that ticked me off but he was right. By the time I was 14 and got my first pump 12 gauge, I was knocking down everything in range.

Yeah, now that you say that, that goddamned 410 was single shot. But at 8, I had no shot at hitting a damn blue rock. I didn't even shoot much, but you're right, old dad making you hit something makes it a lot better by the time you get a decent gun.

Not that I'm any kind of marksman, but I used to be decent at blue rock.

Funny story, you know those little hand chuckers? Dad dug up one that had a 5' (I think anyway, it's really long). Dad always called it the super chicken, rather than clay pigeon thrower. God they'd come screaming out of that damn thing. Anyway, a few years ago my BIL was shooting some clay pigeons with a regular tosser, and MAN that was boring. ROFL

That WAS my childhood. LOL. I did all of those things except maybe three or four. I wasn't an alterboy, I didn't take dance lessons, and I didn't go to disneyland until I was 15 and that was just because we went to Cal as a family. I think I did everything else on the list.
should have added:
Killed a tweety bird with a bb gun
worked on/painted a bike
jumped bikes off a ramp
rode high speed in the back of a pickup truck
swung from a rope swing into water
caught a bullfrog
flew a kite
jumped off a roof
stole building materials from a building site to build a fort
caught a snake and asked parents if you could keep it as a pet
melted a plastic army man
strapped bottle rockets onto hotwheels

I've done all that except the fort, and you'd have to sub bullfrog for toads and salamanders. I melted the hotwheels not the army men, and taped bottle rockets to paper airplanes not hotwheels. :D

We would grab onto the back bumper of a car in the winter and go for a ride when the car would take off. That saved us a lot of walking home from school. UPS trucks had the best bumpers.

We would also tie inner tubes onto the back of pickups and slide around the neighborhood. A buddy of mind had a couple of older brothers that would pull us around at a rather high rate of speed. ROFL There were some epic wipeouts to put it mildly. Guys smacking parked cars, getting strained through hedge rows. Looking back, I'm surprised no one ever broke some bones on some of those adventures.

I've busted my ass hard trying to jump into a back of a moving pickup, but I never hitched a ride on a bumper. Except of a tractor, and that is death on a stick. Combines are OK because the ladder is outside the tire, but I've cut out the tractor business.

Dad had an old car hood he'd tie on to a pickup and drive around in the snow. I can't believe I'm not dead, I did end up with a cactus spine embedded in my leg that I had to go get hacked up by the doctor for after biffing it off that thing.

[ChiTown]

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[Fishpicker]

what I want to know is how many posters have ever found porn in the woods. if you grew up in the 80's and liked to hang out in the woods, you would occasionally stumble across a grocery bag filled with skin rags.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=woods%20porn

[Frazod]

Heh true, I was firing off .22 rounds at 7 or 8, larger rifles and shotguns by the age of 12. We also got into so wicked slingshot and BB gun wars back in the day. :hmmm: I ended up with some welts and that was about it. Did any of you guys ever go hooky bobbing?

I got my first .22 when I was 7. That was awesome. Dad also gave me a .410 at some point. But I loved that .22.

And BB gun fights were the norm. Just wear thick clothes and don't aim for the head. Unless you really disliked whoever you were shooting at. :evil:

Never did the hooky bobbing thing.

[tooge]

44

I took a break dance class at the downtown Y around 83.

I first ate at the Y around '83

[Dartgod]

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Oh yeah, I think I had the exact same one.

[ChiTown]

Heh true, I was firing off .22 rounds at 7 or 8, larger rifles and shotguns by the age of 12. We also got into so wicked slingshot and BB gun wars back in the day. :hmmm: I ended up with some welts and that was about it. Did any of you guys ever go hooky bobbing?

Hell yes! That was awesome. Also, "goolying"(sp) was very popular. Holding on to the bumper of the car as it drug you along the icy/snowy streets.

[Frazod]

That WAS my childhood. LOL. I did all of those things except maybe three or four. I wasn't an alterboy, I didn't take dance lessons, and I didn't go to disneyland until I was 15 and that was just because we went to Cal as a family. I think I did everything else on the list.
should have added:
Killed a tweety bird with a bb gun
worked on/painted a bike
jumped bikes off a ramp
rode high speed in the back of a pickup truck
swung from a rope swing into water
caught a bullfrog
flew a kite
jumped off a roof
stole building materials from a building site to build a fort
caught a snake and asked parents if you could keep it as a pet
melted a plastic army man
strapped bottle rockets onto hotwheels

That's a good list. I think I did all of that except the snake as a pet bit - fuck that.

Lived in a new neighborhood for a few years, and there were construction sites everywhere. Playing in that was great fun.

And I can do that back of a pickup one better - one of my high school friends had an MG convertible. There were two people in the front, and I was one of two people sitting on top of the trunk behind them. We were all drunk, too, and the guy driving was an idiot even when he was sober. Of all the dumb shit I've done in my life, that's definitely up there.

[ChiTown]

How about burning ants with a magnifying glass?

:D

[Dartgod]

A few more that I may have done...

Play baseball (with ghost runners) or 500 in the vacant lot
Build a dam on the local creek
Climb a tree (bonus points for falling out of said tree)
Throw snowballs at passing cars (and then hide from the ones that stopped)
Go frog gigging
Confiscate your sister's Barbies and hang them from the deck until dead
Ride a unicycle

[tooge]

BUilding go carts was always a blast.
Riding a Big Wheel with a few smoke bombs stuffed in the back to make smoke come out.

I'm probably going to hell, but we used to run around the neighborhood around Christmas and pull just one light out of a string of lights so they would all go out. Then on to the next yard.

Throwing snowballs at passing cars was always fun. Especially if we got chased.

[tooge]

How about burning ants with a magnifying glass?

:D

Oh hell yeah. That was great.

[KCUnited]

No ate pussy by 10 option?

[Dartgod]

BUilding go carts was always a blast.

I didn't build it, but I had a go-cart. I used to ride it on the playground of the school close by.

I was riding in it once and one of the neighbor kids was running behind me. I stopped real quick and he fell over the back of it with his crotch landing right where the spark plug was. Got the shit shocked out of his wiener. ROFL

[Bwana]

I've busted my ass hard trying to jump into a back of a moving pickup, but I never hitched a ride on a bumper. Except of a tractor, and that is death on a stick. Combines are OK because the ladder is outside the tire, but I've cut out the tractor business.


One of my friends older brother had a delivery gig for Pizza Hut and Pizza Hut had a company delivery vehicle he was driving. This guy was as crazy as an outhouse rat so we really debated letting him take us for a ride.

We jumped on and he got us up to around 55-60 MPH and he decided to throw it in reverse. The tranny imploded into pieces and luckily neither my buddy or I got taken out by the tranny shrapnel. :eek: He had some explaining to do to his employer. ROFL Last I heard the guy was serving time in the joint for armed robbery, so karma finally caught up to the dickweed.

[BucEyedPea]

what I want to know is how many posters have ever found porn in the woods. if you grew up in the 80's and liked to hang out in the woods, you would occasionally stumble across a grocery bag filled with skin rags.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=woods%20porn

I never found porn in the woods, but my sister, a friend and I came across a flasher in the woods. We were up in a tree picking mini-pine cones, while he stood at the bottom exposing himself and doing his thing in front of us. We were too afraid to climb down to escape so had to wait and watch. It was frightening. But it was live instead of just pics.

[ChiTown]

tooge mentioned building a go-cart. That event might have been one of the most memorable things I did in my childhood. Four 11-yr old boys buying parts and starting from scratch, primarily from the local junk yard. Figuring out how and what to do by trial and (lots of) error. Fighting and bickering over the design and what to do next. But ultimately, pulling the cord and watching that jalopy take off.....man, what a feeling of accomplishment that was.

[Rasputin]

I am G.I. Joe American :usa:

[BucEyedPea]

Ring and run - Ring a doorbell and run and hide to watch the reaction.



Oh yeah, we did that too. Also, took empty tin cans and attached string to them. Then tied on backs of cars from underneath. Cars parked out front visiting some house. Then hid until they left. Watched then pull away, stop, then pull away again until they came out to check. Laughed our arses off.

[Frazod]

A few more that I may have done...

Play baseball (with ghost runners) or 500 in the vacant lot
Build a dam on the local creek
Climb a tree (bonus points for falling out of said tree)
Throw snowballs at passing cars (and then hide from the ones that stopped)
Go frog gigging
Confiscate your sister's Barbies and hang them from the deck until dead
Ride a unicycle

Dammed the local creek, gigged frogs, and definitely fell out of trees. Fell about '40 feet out of one once - luckily I hit a lot of branches on the way down, so it only knocked the wind out of me. Amazing how resilient kids are. If that happened now, I'd just explode.

[B_Ambuehl]

what I want to know is how many posters have ever found porn in the woods. if you grew up in the 80's and liked to hang out in the woods, you would occasionally stumble across a grocery bag filled with skin rags.

We definitely found some. We would also take our playboys and hide them in the woods in an an area we called "Playboy valley."

[hometeam]

That WAS my childhood. LOL. I did all of those things except maybe three or four. I wasn't an alterboy, I didn't take dance lessons, and I didn't go to disneyland until I was 15 and that was just because we went to Cal as a family. I think I did everything else on the list.
should have added:
Killed a tweety bird with a bb gun
worked on/painted a bike
jumped bikes off a ramp
rode high speed in the back of a pickup truck
swung from a rope swing into water
caught a bullfrog
flew a kite
jumped off a roof
stole building materials from a building site to build a fort
caught a snake and asked parents if you could keep it as a pet
melted a plastic army man
strapped bottle rockets onto hotwheels

I got in trouble when I was about 8 for building fortresses up in my sandbox in the back yard, and putting my cowboy guys on them and playing alamo by lighting off m60s for the cannon explosions :(

Around the same time i would crash my hot wheels together and then smash them with a hammer to show the damage.

seemed perfectly reasonable to me.

[BucEyedPea]

BUilding go carts was always a blast.


Boys in my neighborhood made those. I thought they were so cool and wished I had one. Got to ride in one—once.

[hometeam]

A few more that I may have done...

Play baseball (with ghost runners) or 500 in the vacant lot
Build a dam on the local creek
Climb a tree (bonus points for falling out of said tree)
Throw snowballs at passing cars (and then hide from the ones that stopped)
Go frog gigging
Confiscate your sister's Barbies and hang them from the deck until dead
Ride a unicycle

Got to have ghost men. Everybody knows this.

[ChiTown]

http://www.evelknievelstuntcycle.com/images/Evel-Knievel-Scramble-Van.jpg

[Dartgod]

Dammed the local creek, gigged frogs, and definitely fell out of trees. Fell about '40 feet out of one once - luckily I hit a lot of branches on the way down, so it only knocked the wind out of me. Amazing how resilient kids are. If that happened now, I'd just explode.

I never fell out of a tree that I can remember. If I did, it wasn't very far. My brother fell out of our willow tree once. It was a big sonofabitch. Probably around the same height you mentioned. Like you, he hit a lot of branches on the way down so wasn't hurt too bad. Knocked the wind out of him too.

I forgot to list "catch crawdads at the local creek". What kid has never done that?

[Baby Lee]

Think I counted 38, but some of the things I 'did' I barely did.

Like my sports card collection was pretty much limited to what we garnered from pestering policemen for Chiefs and Royals playing cards.

And some of the things I didn't do, I nearly did.

Like we didn't have alter boys or anything like it at our church, but my sis and I were as active in out church as kids could be growing up [assisting in collecting the offering, music/choir, etc].

[Bwana]

Throwing snowballs at passing cars was always fun. Especially if we got chased.

Yeah we did that too along with throwing tomatoes. We would lob tomatoes across and big ditch at cars on the other side. One day four of us were partaking in that activity and smacked a passing truck. The guy somehow got the jump on us by sneaking down a grass alley. I shit you not, this guy looked like Dan Haggerty (Grizzly Adams) full beard and he was huge. He came running at another buddy of mine and I with kind of a bear hug thing going, growling. I ducked and he got my buddy. He told me to "stop or your friend is going to get his ass kicked." I thought the guy was going to kill us.

He loaded us up into his truck with his girlfriend and asked us where we lived. We ended up going to my folks place and he made us wash his truck. The guy turned out to be a nice guy and he was laughing about it by the time we were done. That was the last I chucked tomatoes at cars. :hmmm:

Explaining to my Mom why we were washing some guys truck in her driveway was also a character building experience.

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[Rooster]

Yeah we did that too along with throwing tomatoes. We would lob tomatoes across and big ditch at cars on the other side. One day four of us were partaking in that activity and smacked a passing truck. The guy somehow got the jump on us by sneaking down a grass alley. I shit you not, this guy looked like Dan Haggerty (Grizzly Adams) full beard and he was huge. He came running at another buddy of mine and I with kind of a bear hug thing going, growling. I ducked and he got my buddy. He told me to "stop or your friend is going to get his ass kicked." I thought the guy was going to kill us.

He loaded us up into his truck with his girlfriend and asked us were we lived. We ended up going to my folks place and he made us wash his truck. The guy turned out to be a nice guy and he was laughing about it by the time we were done. That was the last I chucked tomatoes at cars. :hmmm:

Explaining to my Mom why we were washing some guys truck in her driveway was also a character building experience.

ROFL That's a great story.

[The Franchise]

40. Barely made it.

[ChiTown]

Yeah we did that too along with throwing tomatoes. We would lob tomatoes across and big ditch at cars on the other side. One day four of us were partaking in that activity and smacked a passing truck. The guy somehow got the jump on us by sneaking down a grass alley. I shit you not, this guy looked like Dan Haggerty (Grizzly Adams) full beard and he was huge. He came running at another buddy of mine and I with kind of a bear hug thing going, growling. I ducked and he got my buddy. He told me to "stop or your friend is going to get his ass kicked." I thought the guy was going to kill us.

He loaded us up into his truck with his girlfriend and asked us where we lived. We ended up going to my folks place and he made us wash his truck. The guy turned out to be a nice guy and he was laughing about it by the time we were done. That was the last I chucked tomatoes at cars. :hmmm:

Explaining to my Mom why we were washing some guys truck in her driveway was also a character building experience.

LOL at the Dan Haggerty reference - I figured everyone looks like DH in your neck of the woods.:D

[tooge]

Yeah we did that too along with throwing tomatoes. We would lob tomatoes across and big ditch at cars on the other side. One day four of us were partaking in that activity and smacked a passing truck. The guy somehow got the jump on us by sneaking down a grass alley. I shit you not, this guy looked like Dan Haggerty (Grizzly Adams) full beard and he was huge. He came running at another buddy of mine and I with kind of a bear hug thing going, growling. I ducked and he got my buddy. He told me to "stop or your friend is going to get his ass kicked." I thought the guy was going to kill us.

He loaded us up into his truck with his girlfriend and asked us were we lived. We ended up going to my folks place and he made us wash his truck. The guy turned out to be a nice guy and he was laughing about it by the time we were done. That was the last I chucked tomatoes at cars. :hmmm:

Explaining to my Mom why we were washing some guys truck in her driveway was also a character building experience.
thats awesome. We had a similar story with snowballs. Saw a VW bug coming that we knew were a couple high school kids we knew. Nailed the car with snowballs. They were obviously smarter than us, kept going, then turned off the road after we couldn't see them, snuck up on us, caught two of the four of us (not me, I hid under a neighbors deck) and threw them down and rubbed their faces in the wet snow.

[tooge]

put baseball cards in their spokes to make engine noise on the bike

strapped a fishing pole to the bike and rode to a local pond to fish

used roller skates with metal wheels

Damn, childhood was awesome. I feel pretty sorry for any kid that didn't do at least 30 things on that first list, and a bunch of the stuff that we've posted since.

[ChiTown]

put baseball cards in their spokes to make engine noise on the bike

strapped a fishing pole to the bike and rode to a local pond to fish

used roller skates with metal wheels

Damn, childhood was awesome. I feel pretty sorry for any kid that didn't do at least 30 things on that first list, and a bunch of the stuff that we've posted since.

LOL - totally forgot about doing that. Also, did you have a power generated light that went on only when the tires were rolling? Yeah, that's right, kids used to ride their bikes even after the sun went down.....

[Dartgod]

LOL - totally forgot about doing that. Also, did you have a power generated light that went on only when the tires were rolling? Yeah, that's right, kids used to ride their bikes even after the sun went down.....

I remember when I got a speedometer for my bike. I was riding it down a hill on our street, trying to see how fast I could get it up to. Totally focused on the speedo, I did not see the parked car that I slammed in to. Bent the shit out of my front tire and ended up with a little road rash was all.

[Bwana]

ROFL That's a great story.

That same buddy and I (lets just call him crazy Mike) would go to the golf club in our neighborhood and dig through the bushes and scrub brush for lost golf balls in the summer to sell to the pro for a little extra money.

For some reason the pro didn't want one of the golf balls we found so Mike kept it. We were walking along the same street with the ditch and along comes a car. For some reason crazy Mike decides to lob the golf ball across the big ditch at the car. As fate would it, it was a cop car. This was back when cop cars had the cherry on top rather than a light bar.

The ball drills the cherry on top and broke it. The cop slams on the breaks, runs to the side of the ditch and told us, you punks stay right there! Much to my horror, crazy Mike starts taunting the cop. "Hey you fat pig, why don't you swim your fat ass across the ditch and come and get us!" then starts walking around like a chicken squawking. I'm thinking oh shit! The cop yells back, "I will catch you and you little mother ****ers are going to jail after I beat the hell out of you!"

We ran into Crazy Mikes house and hid in the basement. There was just enough of a crack in between the curtains where we could see the cop driving by. This cop drove around the neighborhood for over three hours looking for us. I waited until it was dark and snuck back to my house through alleys and back yards. :shake:

[kepp]

Yeah we did that too along with throwing tomatoes. We would lob tomatoes across and big ditch at cars on the other side. One day four of us were partaking in that activity and smacked a passing truck. The guy somehow got the jump on us by sneaking down a grass alley. I shit you not, this guy looked like Dan Haggerty (Grizzly Adams) full beard and he was huge. He came running at another buddy of mine and I with kind of a bear hug thing going, growling. I ducked and he got my buddy. He told me to "stop or your friend is going to get his ass kicked." I thought the guy was going to kill us.

He loaded us up into his truck with his girlfriend and asked us where we lived. We ended up going to my folks place and he made us wash his truck. The guy turned out to be a nice guy and he was laughing about it by the time we were done. That was the last I chucked tomatoes at cars. :hmmm:

Explaining to my Mom why we were washing some guys truck in her driveway was also a character building experience.

ROFL Nice. My best friend and I were in 8th grade when we decided (after school) to throw snowballs at the principal as he drove past in his Blazer. What we didn't see at the time what that his window was about 1/4 rolled down. So my friend launched a snowball at his truck and I swear it flew in slow motion...you know how you see that something is going to happen but there's nothing you can do about it and you watch this slow motion train wreck. The snowball flies directly through the window and smashes his face. Oh. Crap.

My friend eventually fessed up to it (but didn't rat me out) and he had to work in the principal's office for the rest of the year for one hour a day. That actually worked out OK though because he would fake that people had fevers (yes, they let him act as the school nurse basically) and sent home his friends.

[Bwana]

ROFL Nice. My best friend and I were in 8th grade when we decided (after school) to throw snowballs at the principal as he drove past in his Blazer. What we didn't see at the time what that his window was about 1/4 rolled down. So my friend launched a snowball at his truck and I swear it flew in slow motion...you know how you see that something is going to happen but there's nothing you can do about it and you watch this slow motion train wreck. The snowball flies directly through the window and smashes his face. Oh. Crap.

My friend eventually fessed up to it (but didn't rat me out) and he had to work in the principal's office for the rest of the year for one hour a day. That actually worked out OK though because he would fake that people had fevers (yes, they let him act as the school nurse basically) and sent home his friends.

ROFL

[ChiTown]

I remember when I got a speedometer for my bike. I was riding it down a hill on our street, trying to see how fast I could get it up to. Totally focused on the speedo, I did not see the parked car that I slammed in to. Bent the shit out of my front tire and ended up with a little road rash was all.

ROFLROFLROFL

Sorry, I wouldn't laugh so hard had I not done something similar. Those bike speedometer's were awesome

[Frazod]

I was riding shotgun with my best friend and shooting bottle rockets out of the car window one summer day, when we ended up behind a kid neither of us liked. I fired off a bottle rocket at him, and in an amazingly lucky shot it went right up his tail pipe before exploding. As soon as I let it loose, my friend turned onto a side street, so he clearly never saw it coming. We drove back around in a couple of minutes and the guy had pulled over, had his hood up and was on the ground under the car trying to figure out what happened. Holy shit, that was epic. LMAO

[DJ's left nut]

Damn - 40.

I had to bend the age range to 14 on a couple of them to get that far, though; I figure that's fair as it's right before you start high school. Otherwise more in the 37 range

[Bwana]

I was riding shotgun with my best friend and shooting bottle rockets out of the car window one summer day, when we ended up behind a kid neither of us liked. I fired off a bottle rocket at him, and in an amazingly lucky shot it went right up his tail pipe before exploding. As soon as I let it loose, my friend turned onto a side street, so he clearly never saw it coming. We drove back around in a couple of minutes and the guy had pulled over, had his hood up and was on the ground under the car trying to figure out what happened. Holy shit, that was epic. LMAO

Nice we did the same thing, along with that we made a mobil plexiglas launching pad and shot off Whistling Jupiter's on the fly from a car.

Looking back it's a wonder any of us are still alive. I think I raised every kind of hell there was when I was a kid/teen. No wonder my kids can't get anything past me. :hmmm:

[siberian khatru]

LOL - totally forgot about doing that. Also, did you have a power generated light that went on only when the tires were rolling? Yeah, that's right, kids used to ride their bikes even after the sun went down.....

Yes. It made a neat sound as it revved faster and faster.

[Frazod]

Nice we did the same thing, along with that we made a mobil plexiglas launching pad and shot off Whistling Jupiter's on the fly from a car.

Looking back it's a wonder any of us are still alive. I think I raised every kind of hell there was when I was a kid/teen. No wonder my kids can't get anything past me. :hmmm:

Ain't that the truth. I don't have kids, but one my best friends (who was a major egg-throwing, hard-partying trouble-maker) has two boys in high school now, and it always cracks me up thinking of him dealing with two little carbon copies of himself as a parent.

And you should see the icy stare I get when I tell them "You think that's bad? Guess what I saw your dad do once!" :evil:

[ChiTown]

Yes. It made a neat sound as it revved faster and faster.

Yep. I also had a light on the back tire that resembled a small brake light (was red). I'm just thinking back to when my kids rode bikes. We never allowed them to ride after dark. I'm beginning to think I really pussified my kids....

[Bwana]

And you should see the icy stare I get when I tell them "You think that's bad? Guess what I saw your dad do once!" :evil:

LMAO

[siberian khatru]

Yep. I also had a light on the back tire that resembled a small brake light (was red). I'm just thinking back to when my kids rode bikes. We never allowed them to ride after dark. I'm beginning to think I really pussified my kids....

Yeah, never let my kids ride after dark either. But I also never insisted they wear helmets. I just couldn't make that leap; was too close to the "bubble wrap" step.

[siberian khatru]

When I was a kid in the 70s our neighborhood had a steep, hilly road at the entrance. When it snowed all the kids would grab their sleds, go to the top of the hill (which was right by a busy road!) and form a chain -- you'd lock your feet in the rails of the kid behind you. I think they'd grow to 10 kids long. Then we all took off down the hilly road, swerving back and forth like a snake, trying to avoid plunging into the (very) shallow creek at the bottom left.

Do kids still do stuff like that? (My kids have lived exclusively in South Georgia and Florida all their lives, so no snow.)

[DJ's left nut]

I was riding shotgun with my best friend and shooting bottle rockets out of the car window one summer day, when we ended up behind a kid neither of us liked. I fired off a bottle rocket at him, and in an amazingly lucky shot it went right up his tail pipe before exploding. As soon as I let it loose, my friend turned onto a side street, so he clearly never saw it coming. We drove back around in a couple of minutes and the guy had pulled over, had his hood up and was on the ground under the car trying to figure out what happened. Holy shit, that was epic. LMAO

We went up to this tiny little shithole called Allendale and proceeded to have a damn blast. We got drunk and crashed a high school dance (we were HS seniors so nothing pedobeary), got thrown out. Went to a pool tournament and after we got eliminated pallet-wrapped a dude's car. We had a no-shit showdown in the middle of the main drag with revving vehicles and a game of chicken before somebody on the sidelines hucked an oil filter at my windshield and I swerved to dodge it (who the fuck carries an oil filter around?). We wheeled around and the next thing I know my passenger fires a 3 inch bird dart from his blowgun across my line of sight, through the driver's window and into this kid's fucking neck.

So now they're genuinely trying to kick the shit out of us and have turned on my passenger's acquaintance who isn't in the car. So we try to drive up there and rescue him but it's a 2-door LeBaron so as he's trying to dive into the back seat, he gets blindsided and we jet the fuck out of there as he's getting dragged off (he was a local so they just roughed him up a bit; no real harm done we would later find). We decided to get out of dodge and go to a party down the highway in Grant city. While we're heading that way we end up racing some dude in a Ford probe who's engine must've detonated because he just starts belching black smoke (never figured out what happened there). So now we're in Grant, get bored at the party and start driving around spotlighting houses. Evidently we spotlight some city official and didn't really know it because the authorities are now looking for my car.

We head back to Allendale where 'boys will be boys' has set in, nobody's trying to damage anyone anymore as the bird dart clearly didn't hurt anyone and they'd calmed down from having to unwrap 5 layers of pallet wrap from that other guy's car. They tell us that a guy in the bar with a police scanner says they're looking for my car over the scanner so we hide the damn thing in a barn and then go out into a pasture and start shooting a .44 revolver out into a field (while another guy is shooting crossbows at cats); I had no idea the damn flame that shot out the end of those things. We head back to the fishing cabin, sleep for a couple of hours and then went fishing just after sunrise with shit-eating grins and the kind of minor hangover that only the young understand.

It was a fucking blast and it was the result of a spur of the moment decision to go see a friend of a friend at his fishing cabin in bum-fuck Missouri. The next day a couple more buddies came out and we ended up fucking up a guy's truck trying to go mudding and sideswiped a tree. It was honestly the red-neckinist weekend ever and easily one of my favorite memories.

[Dartgod]

When I was a kid in the 70s our neighborhood had a steep, hilly road at the entrance. When it snowed all the kids would grab their sleds, go to the top of the hill (which was right by a busy road!) and form a chain -- you'd lock your feet in the rails of the kid behind you. I think they'd grow to 10 kids long. Then we all took off down the hilly road, swerving back and forth like a snake, trying to avoid plunging into the (very) shallow creek at the bottom left.

Do kids still do stuff like that? (My kids have lived exclusively in South Georgia and Florida all their lives, so no snow.)

Yeah, we used to do that.

Do they even make sleds like this anymore? Or are they "too dangerous"?

http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0036/2852/products/vintage_flexible_flyer_1200x.jpg?v=1385958460

[Bwana]

Yeah, we used to do that.

Do they even make sleds like this anymore? Or are they "too dangerous"?

http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0036/2852/products/vintage_flexible_flyer_1200x.jpg?v=1385958460

I just did a quick Amazon search and yes they do, which I find amazing.

[siberian khatru]

Yeah, we used to do that.

Do they even make sleds like this anymore? Or are they "too dangerous"?

http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0036/2852/products/vintage_flexible_flyer_1200x.jpg?v=1385958460

<img style="-webkit-user-select: none; cursor: zoom-in;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LygkPbC-kO4/UMmvA3oEdEI/AAAAAAAAa2M/7BUW-rkmtOE/s1600/Citizen%2BKane%2BRosebud.jpg" width="1035" height="647">

[Pablo]

My brother and I would pack lunches in the summer and head out into the back forty with our bb guns. Shoot at shit. Climb a tree and eat lunch. Easy times those were. Seven miles outside of our town so that's how we entertained ourselves.

[Frazod]

We went up to this tiny little shithole called Allendale and proceeded to have a damn blast. We got drunk and crashed a high school dance (we were HS seniors so nothing pedobeary), got thrown out. Went to a pool tournament and after we got eliminated pallet-wrapped a dude's car. We had a no-shit showdown in the middle of the main drag with revving vehicles and a game of chicken before somebody on the sidelines hucked an oil filter at my windshield and I swerved to dodge it (who the fuck carries an oil filter around?). We wheeled around and the next thing I know my passenger fires a 3 inch bird dart from his blowgun across my line of sight, through the driver's window and into this kid's fucking neck.

So now they're genuinely trying to kick the shit out of us and have turned on my passenger's acquaintance who isn't in the car. So we try to drive up there and rescue him but it's a 2-door LeBaron so as he's trying to dive into the back seat, he gets blindsided and we jet the fuck out of there as he's getting dragged off (he was a local so they just roughed him up a bit; no real harm done we would later find). We decided to get out of dodge and go to a party down the highway in Grant city. While we're heading that way we end up racing some dude in a Ford probe who's engine must've detonated because he just starts belching black smoke (never figured out what happened there). So now we're in Grant, get bored at the party and start driving around spotlighting houses. Evidently we spotlight some city official and didn't really know it because the authorities are now looking for my car.

We head back to Allendale where 'boys will be boys' has set in, nobody's trying to damage anyone anymore as the bird dart clearly didn't hurt anyone and they'd calmed down from having to unwrap 5 layers of pallet wrap from that other guy's car. They tell us that a guy in the bar with a police scanner says they're looking for my car over the scanner so we hide the damn thing in a barn and then go out into a pasture and start shooting a .44 revolver out into a field (while another guy is shooting crossbows at cats); I had no idea the damn flame that shot out the end of those things. We head back to the fishing cabin, sleep for a couple of hours and then went fishing just after sunrise with shit-eating grins and the kind of minor hangover that only the young understand.

It was a fucking blast and it was the result of a spur of the moment decision to go see a friend of a friend at his fishing cabin in bum-fuck Missouri. The next day a couple more buddies came out and we ended up fucking up a guy's truck trying to go mudding and sideswiped a tree. It was honestly the red-neckinist weekend ever and easily one of my favorite memories.

LMAO That's a great story! Gotta love it when so much crazy shit happens at all at once.

[scho63]

I'll add a few I did as a kid that are not listed:

-Played army in the woods or hills
-Made forts in the house with blankets, TV trays and clothespins
-Built a mini golf course with holes dug with spoons
-Collected and raced Hotwheels or played with matchbox cars
-Built a mini train set or electric racecars
-Played spin the bottle or 7 minutes in heaven (As teens we played a game in the basement where 3 girls lined up on one side of basement and 3 guys on the other side then turned off the lights and we would wonder around the basement trying to find the girls to swapping female kissing partners
-Played strip poker
-Made a baseball or wiffle ball field in your back yard-homeruns over the fence
-Got suspended or expelled from school
-Played hookey from school
-Worked at a fast food restaurant or supermarket
-Marked a street with chalk and played touch football
-Shoveled a driveway of snow in winter to play basketball
-Stole candy or shoplifted other small items from a local store
-Skinny dipped and/or crashed other people's swimming pools at night
-Bought 8 tracks from Columbia House
-Won a trophy
-Caught fireflies, frogs, tadpoles, or turtles
-Had a pet die
-Participated in the President's Physical Fitness Test
-Played tackle football with no equipment
-Broke a bone or got stitches

[scho63]

When I was a kid in the 70s our neighborhood had a steep, hilly road at the entrance. When it snowed all the kids would grab their sleds, go to the top of the hill (which was right by a busy road!) and form a chain -- you'd lock your feet in the rails of the kid behind you. I think they'd grow to 10 kids long. Then we all took off down the hilly road, swerving back and forth like a snake, trying to avoid plunging into the (very) shallow creek at the bottom left.

Do kids still do stuff like that? (My kids have lived exclusively in South Georgia and Florida all their lives, so no snow.)

We has a hill like that that when it ended, you could go onto the street and go another 1/4 mile.

We called it Suicide Run! LOL

[Rain Man]

We finally had a person who didn't build a snowman. 95 of 96 have done so.

I walked to/from school at various points and rode the bus at various points. A few memories of those are:

Second grade, Springfield, MO - Moved to a new house in a new neighborhood. My mom walked me to school, which was only a couple of blocks away, and told me to walk home for lunch. (I actually went home for lunch, which seems odd now.) Anyway, I walk out of the school, know the general direction, and head out. And then immediately had no idea where I was. I wandered around for a while until my mother found me, and she later said that she couldn't believe that she didn't give me a couple of test runs before doing that. I never got more than a block from our house, but I was brand new to the 'hood and nothing looked familiar.

Third grade, Rogers, AR - We had the meanest bus driver ever. She would drive by if you weren't exactly at the stop waiting, which infuriated my mother. But the funniest part in retrospect was that if you got on the bus, she'd gun it and try to make you fall down as you were walking down the aisle to your seat. I swear it was intentional.

Eighth grade, Rolla, MO - We had a really skanky kid who sold marijuana, and apparently he had a poor transaction with this huge musclebound kid who was clearly on drugs and scary. The skanky kid rode my bus and the big kid didn't, until this misunderstanding occurred. He got on the bus and was clearly waiting to kick the skanky kid's a** once the skanky kid got off. As we got closer and closer to the skanky kid's stop, he was getting very nervous. He was in the front seat and the big kid was in the back. When the bus stopped, the big kid started walking down the aisle while the skanky kid was down at the door, wide-eyed, waiting for it to open. The skanky kid lived in a house that was a long way from the road, and as soon as the door opened he was off and running. The big kid barreled off the bus after him, and that was the last we saw as the bus driver nonchalantly pulled away. Bus driver don't care.

[scho63]

what I want to know is how many posters have ever found porn in the woods. if you grew up in the 80's and liked to hang out in the woods, you would occasionally stumble across a grocery bag filled with skin rags.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=woods%20porn

I was wondering where the hell I left those! :D

[scho63]

Ring and run - Ring a doorbell and run and hide to watch the reaction.

Flaming bag of crap - light a bag of crap on fire, ring the doorbell and watch the guy come out and stomp out the flame. We only did this once, some old boy shot rock salt at us for cutting across his field so we evened the score.

Something tells me you were also the kid who knocked over mailboxes with a baseball bat...... :hmmm:

[Bwana]

Heh when I was in Jr. High the teachers went on strike at the end of the year. They filled in with substitute teachers and half the school skipped a day or two. I tried to persuade my parents that it would be a good idea to let me avoid school until "the real teachers" got back. They would have none of it and told me to get my tail to class.

This went on for a few days and crazy Mike and I thought we deserved a day off from the substitute teacher grind so we skipped a day. The same big ditch I was talking about earlier that runs through town (the one that's illegal to swim in) was also a great swimming spot. Some college students had strung a rope from a tree over the ditch so we spent the afternoon enjoying the sun and swinging from the rope into the ditch.

After awhile we looked up and there was some dude across the ditch with a camera taking pictures of us, we had no idea who it was and really didn't think much of it at the time.

The next day went like this:

Dad at breakfast: Soooooooo how was your day at school yesterday?
Me: fine
Dad: Really, so what did they go over in class?
Me: I made up some BS story.
Dad: I take it you haven't seen the morning paper yet?
Me: no, why?

Dad goes and grabs the paper and crazy Mike and I are on the front page swinging off of a rope into the ditch.

Me: Uh-Oh

I think I got grounded for a month for that one. :shake:

[Bwana]

Something tells me you were also the kid who knocked over mailboxes with a baseball bat...... :hmmm:

Nope we never did that although there was and incident involving dynamite and a farmers mail box. I won't go into detail much about that one, let's just say the guy deserved it and dynamite was a lot easier to come by in those days. :drool:

[Buehler445]

Heh when I was in Jr. High the teachers went on strike at the end of the year. They filled in with substitute teachers and half the school skipped a day or two. I tried to persuade my parents that it would be a good idea to let me avoid school until "the real teachers" got back. They would have none of it and told me to get my tail to class.

This went on for a few days and crazy Mike and I thought we deserved a day off from the substitute teacher grind so we skipped a day. The same big ditch I was talking about earlier that runs through town (the one that's illegal to swim in) was also a great swimming spot. Some college students had strung a rope from a tree over the ditch so we spent the afternoon enjoying the sun and swinging from the rope into the ditch.

After awhile we looked up and there was some dude across the ditch with a camera taking pictures of us, we had no idea who it was and really didn't think much of it at the time.

The next day went like this:

Dad at breakfast: Soooooooo how was your day at school yesterday?
Me: fine
Dad: Really, so what did they go over in class?
Me: I made up some BS story.
Dad: I take it you haven't seen the morning paper yet?
Me: no, why?

Dad goes and grabs the paper and crazy Mike and I are on the front page swinging off of a rope into the ditch.

Me: Uh-Oh

I think I got grounded for a month for that one. :shake:

Jesus Christ Bwana, your parents are saints.

[scho63]

Here are a few more I forgot:

-Running or riding your bike behind a "mosquito" truck that was spraying a cloud of DDT and had that wonderful smell

-Siphoned gas from someone else's car

-Toilet papered or soaped up someone's car

-Paid a stranger to buy you alcohol when underage

-Had a fake ID

-Bought books from a bookmobile

[Frazod]

Nope we never did that although there was and incident involving dynamite and a farmers mail box. I won't go into detail much about that one, let's just say the guy deserved it and dynamite was a lot easier to come by in those days. :drool:

Heh. I'm sure the statute of limitations has expired by now. LMAO

[Bwana]

Jesus Christ Bwana, your parents are saints.

Yeah they pretty much are. :( We all laugh about it now but they had to be thinking about sending me off to some kind of military school or something. They didn't know about a lot of the hell we raised, we didn't get caught, thank God!

[Dartgod]

Heh when I was in Jr. High the teachers went on strike at the end of the year. They filled in with substitute teachers and half the school skipped a day or two. I tried to persuade my parents that it would be a good idea to let me avoid school until "the real teachers" got back. They would have none of it and told me to get my tail to class.

This went on for a few days and crazy Mike and I thought we deserved a day off from the substitute teacher grind so we skipped a day. The same big ditch I was talking about earlier that runs through town (the one that's illegal to swim in) was also a great swimming spot. Some college students had strung a rope from a tree over the ditch so we spent the afternoon enjoying the sun and swinging from the rope into the ditch.

After awhile we looked up and there was some dude across the ditch with a camera taking pictures of us, we had no idea who it was and really didn't think much of it at the time.

The next day went like this:

Dad at breakfast: Soooooooo how was your day at school yesterday?
Me: fine
Dad: Really, so what did they go over in class?
Me: I made up some BS story.
Dad: I take it you haven't seen the morning paper yet?
Me: no, why?

Dad goes and grabs the paper and crazy Mike and I are on the front page swinging off of a rope into the ditch.

Me: Uh-Oh

I think I got grounded for a month for that one. :shake:
LMAO

Not quite as good, but in high school you weren't allowed to leave school grounds...like that really stopped anyone.

So a bunch of us go in my car to McDonalds...right across the street from where my dad worked. So I'll give you one guess who pulled up in the drive-thru line behind me.

He wasn't really too pissed at me, just laughed about it mostly.

Another time, same scenario. Except we hit the drive-thru and the vice principal of the school is there outside the building. The girl that was driving thinks fast and gives him some BS story that we were in journalism class and had been to the retirement home nearby to interview residents for a class project. And he totally buys it! We were laughing our asses off on the way back to school.

[Bwana]

Heh. I'm sure the statute of limitations has expired by now. LMAO

Yeah I'm sure you're right and I'm sure the old bastard died off 20 years ago.

We were at a party out in the woods with 25-30 people and some farmer comes up and starts ranting how we were on his land while holding a rifle. In theory and from what we were told permission had been granted, but evidently that wasn't the case.

My buddy was trying to explain it to the bastard when out of the blue the farmer hauls off and smacks my buddy with the butt of the rifle in the face. My buddy went down like a sack of rocks. We went back about a month after that and did the complementary redesign of his mail box which also blew a rather large hole in the ground.

I didn't see the "have you ever blown things up with dynamite" in Rainmans pole or I would have checked it. ;)

[Frazod]

Yeah they pretty much are. :( We all laugh about it now but they had to be thinking about sending me off to some kind of military school or something. They didn't know about a lot of the hell we raised, we didn't get caught, thank God!

I drove the family beater, and after a wild night where I put a ton of miles on the car the parents limited me to 15 miles and checked the odometer. Well, disconnecting the odometer (and speedometer) on a 1971 Ford Maverick is quite easily accomplished by removing two screws from the dash panel, pulling out said dash panel, and disconnecting the cable from the speedometer.

After that, my mileage was unlimited. Hell, one weekend while my parents were out of town I drove three hours to Kansas City and went to a Royals game. The only downside is not having a functional speedometer, which really sucks if you're being tailed by a cop. And drunk (but I digress).

Years later I laughingly told my dad about the odometer thing. He was not amused. :)

[Frazod]

Yeah I'm sure you're right and I'm sure the old bastard died off 20 years ago.

We were at a party out in the woods with 25-30 people and some farmer comes up and starts ranting how we were on his land while holding a rifle. In theory and from what we were told permission had been granted, but evidently that wasn't the case.

My buddy was trying to explain it to the bastard when out of the blue the farmer hauls off and smacks my buddy with the butt of the rifle in the face. My buddy went down like a sack of rocks. We went back about a month after that and did the complementary redesign of his mail box which also blew a rather large hole in the ground.

I didn't see the "have you ever blown things up with dynamite" in Rainmans pole or I would have checked it. ;)

Sounds like proper revenge to me. :thumb:

[DaFace]

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[Bwana]

I drove the family beater, and after a wild night where I put a ton of miles on the car the parents limited me to 15 miles and checked the odometer. Well, disconnecting the odometer (and speedometer) on a 1971 Ford Maverick is quite easily accomplished by removing two screws from the dash panel, pulling out said dash panel, and disconnecting the cable from the speedometer.

After that, my mileage was unlimited. Hell, one weekend while my parents were out of town I drove three hours to Kansas City and went to a Royals game. The only downside is not having a functional speedometer, which really sucks if you're being tailed by a cop. And drunk (but I digress).

Years later I laughingly told my dad about the odometer thing. He was not amused. :)

ROFL Nice

When I was around 12 my parents went golfing and Crazy Mike and I took my parents other car for a joy ride knowing they would be away for hours. It wasn't the first time, so I was an old pro at it.

I came wheeling around the corner by the house doing some kind of power slide that would of made Bo Duke proud. Much to my surprise, there my folks sat in the driveway. They had evidently forgotten something and came back for it. Both of them had just gotten out of the car. I'll never forget the looks on their faces. It was kind of a combo, we can't believe what we're seeing and a you are going to die now look.

Crazy Mike bailed out of the car said "I have to go now!" and ran off up the street. I think he thought he may be part of the impending collateral damage. I don't recall what my punishment was, but that was the 2nd maddest I have ever seen them. :doh!:

[Buehler445]

Man, I missed out on all the fun stuff. I raised a little hell in high school, but not really much compared to you crazy fucks.

[vailpass]

33.
Didn't go to Disney World until I was 16 and thought it was pretty 'meh' as far as amusement parks go.

[Rain Man]

Man, I missed out on all the fun stuff. I raised a little hell in high school, but not really much compared to you crazy ****s.

Yeah, even most of the ones I checked off were tame versions of the response. I was far too proper as a child.

[Fishpicker]

I remember BITD, I used to ride my BMX bike all over town. I would go from my house, to store, to store just to play all the different arcade games in town. I've used google maps to retrace the routes I used to take on my bike. I used to pedal myself for 12 miles every weekend.

[Rain Man]

If you're a parent, recognize that your kid is four times more likely to look at pornography than to play the piano.

[Dartgod]

If you're a parent, recognize that your kid is four times more likely to look at pornography than to play the piano.

And 2.88% of them will lie about having sex with a hot teacher.

[Jim Raynor]

35. The sex with your hot teacher option actually made me laugh out loud. LMAO

[Bwana]

And 2.88% of them will lie about having sex with a hot teacher.

Exactly ROFL I had a score of 40, but the hot teacher was not one of them. Not that I wouldn't have, but the opportunity never came into play.

[Dartgod]

Exactly ROFL I had a score of 40, but the hot teacher was not one of them. Not that I wouldn't have, but the opportunity never came into play.

No hot teachers, or they just weren't into 13 year old boys?

[Jim Raynor]

None of my teachers were hot until I reached college. :(

[Bwana]

No hot teachers, or they just weren't into 13 year old boys?

I had one that was very hot, the rest were tired old school marm's that resembled this:

http://cdn.c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000nyVViUsVKz4/s/860/860/1180A180.jpg (http://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwiV9KGQ6pLSAhVJ2GMKHWU5C34QjRwIBw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fmiraimages.photoshelter.com%2Fimage%2FI0000nyVViUsVKz4&psig=AFQjCNFRqI22CEP-g25MXoMLept-2pQtPw&ust=1487273067931812)

[luv]

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[Halfcan]

Forgot to add on the list..

Get injured on a skateboard.
Break a bone playing sports.
Get a tooth knocked out doing something stupid.
Snap a girls bra.
Have kite fights using razor blades added on your kite.
Burn shit for no reason- Army men, GI Joes Model cars.
Build a bike ramp and then rack yourself when you jump it and the handle bars slip.
Blow up ant hills with firecrackers.
Rebuild or repaint your bike for no reason.
Put baseball cards in the spokes of your bike that would be worth $ now.
Build a fort in the woods out of a refrigerator box and scrap wood.
Have a dirt clod fight and almost lose an eye.
Play pickup football games with every kid in the neighborhood.
Drink out of a garden hose in summer. Nothing beats that stale garden hose water when you are thirsty.
Chase down the ice cream man.
Play hide and go seek with neighbor kids.
Water down your snowballs and let them freeze over night for the big snowball fight the next day.

[Hog's Gone Fishin]

I'm surprised draining the oil out of your Chinese bosses car in the middle of the night wasn't an option. :D

Oh, and riding your dirtbike across the putting greens at the golf course and cutting 4" deep ruts.

[MagicHef]

34

Crabapple fight is one I'd add.

[vailpass]

34

Crabapple fight is one I'd add.

Snowballing cars.

Neighborhood matches of Smear the Queer or Red Rover played til someone bled.

Sledding on anything that was not a sled i.e. a shovel, garbag can lid, inner tube, etc.

Picking berries then making jelly with your grandma or other relative.

[Rain Man]

Here are my "Tame 21".


Built a snowman - Did this frequently.
Carried a lunch box to school - Every day until I hit 7th grade
Explored an abandoned house or hobo camp with your friends - A hobo camp was not far from my sixth-grade house, and that was when my bicycling peaked.
Fired a bb gun - short phase of life when I was about eight.
Got into a physical fight on a school playground - only once and it was tame
Had a bike wreck - never anything major. I never did any bike tricks. It was purely transportation.
Had a line in a school play - second grade. I recited a poem from memory that at the time seemed as long as the Iliad, but it was probably eight lines in reality.
Joined the Boy Scouts or Girl Scouts or equivalent - very failed experiment. Very bad.
Collected some type of sports cards or collector cards - football cards. I was avid.
Lit sparklers and carried them around - Well, duh. I'm American.
Looked at pornography - It was so easy to find. I had to learn somehow.
Owned an optical science tool - telescope or microscope - I got a microscope as a kid. It was pretty cool.
Owned Legos, Lincoln Logs, or an erector set - Slightly too old for Legos, but I had the other two.
Played in a youth sports league - Horrible experience. Horrible. Every freaking time.
Rode a school bus - Most years until I hit 16.
Rode your bike to a store to buy stuff - That was when I knew I was a man.
Spent 1+ weeks at a relative’s house without your parents for no particular reason - went to my grandparents with my sister a couple of times. It was quite fun and exotic since they lived about 70 miles away on a pseudo-farm.
Swam in a river or creek - Once or twice with some distant relatives. I'm shocked that I didn't die since I can't swim.
Walked to/from school on your own - Did it in second grade and maybe part of fourth. Don't recall exactly.
Went fishing with a grandparent - See above when I spent a week with them.
Went to a sleepover (or hosted one) - Went to one once. My parents were very private and didn't like social things like this.


Things I didn't do, but thought a lot about:


Bought an item from a comic book ad - Sea monkeys were intriguing, but I was skeptical. However, I really really really wanted the working submarine for $10. I just didn't have the money.
Had your own treehouse - this would've made my life whole
Went to an overnight summer camp - My school in Springfield would show us a film of Camp Arrowhead toward the end of the year, which in retrospect was quite cruel. The sales guy would show it and it looked so fun, but there was no way my parents would ever send me. It made me feel like Charlie at the beginning of the Willy Wonka movie.

[Frazod]

ROFL Nice

When I was around 12 my parents went golfing and Crazy Mike and I took my parents other car for a joy ride knowing they would be away for hours. It wasn't the first time, so I was an old pro at it.

I came wheeling around the corner by the house doing some kind of power slide that would of made Bo Duke proud. Much to my surprise, there my folks sat in the driveway. They had evidently forgotten something and came back for it. Both of them had just gotten out of the car. I'll never forget the looks on their faces. It was kind of a combo, we can't believe what we're seeing and a you are going to die now look.

Crazy Mike bailed out of the car said "I have to go now!" and ran off up the street. I think he thought he may be part of the impending collateral damage. I don't recall what my punishment was, but that was the 2nd maddest I have ever seen them. :doh!:

Crazy Mike sounds like Eddie Haskell on steroids. LMAO

I was very lucky in that I got away with most of the crap I pulled, and the stuff I got burned on didn't really register much on dad's radar. I got grounded once for cutting class and once for being drunk and fighting (I got my ass kicked, so I guess he didn't feel the need to rip on me on top of it). Had he known about the car shit, that the drunk and fighting was actually drunk, stoned and fighting, or all the times I drove drunk, I would have been in dire trouble.

But as it was, my dad never laid a hand on me. Of course, he really didn't have to. I weighted around 130 in high school and my dad was close to the size I am now. I got the "you think you're a man?" line once. I quickly answered, "no, no." :D

[Rasputin]

Things I didn't do, but thought a lot about:


Bought an item from a comic book ad - Sea monkeys were intriguing, but I was skeptical. However, I really really really wanted the working submarine for $10. I just didn't have the money.
Had your own treehouse - this would've made my life whole
Went to an overnight summer camp - My school in Springfield would show us a film of Camp Arrowhead toward the end of the year, which in retrospect was quite cruel. The sales guy would show it and it looked so fun, but there was no way my parents would ever send me. It made me feel like Charlie at the beginning of the Willy Wonka movie.


I remember having sea monkeys because I got animal kingdom or something cards in the mail each week and they sent a couple packets with sea monkeys and you put them in a fish bowl and amazingly I think after a couple hours or days they started swimming around like little sperms. At that age I was too young to really know what sperm was.

I think you should get some just to mark that off your list.

[Bwana]

Crazy Mike sounds like Eddie Haskell on steroids. LMAO


Oh he was back then but he ended up getting married to an alpha female, a real nag. I think he has to get permission to go take a leak. I was a groomsman in his wedding and I remember thinking, this won't end well. I called him several years ago to see if he wanted to go fishing and he told me "my wife said no." I was like, WTF??

I ran into him last year and he was so beaten down from being married to that matriarch that he was completely mellow and would hardly make eye contact. :shake:

[tooge]

That same buddy and I (lets just call him crazy Mike) would go to the golf club in our neighborhood and dig through the bushes and scrub brush for lost golf balls in the summer to sell to the pro for a little extra money.

For some reason the pro didn't want one of the golf balls we found so Mike kept it. We were walking along the same street with the ditch and along comes a car. For some reason crazy Mike decides to lob the golf ball across the big ditch at the car. As fate would it, it was a cop car. This was back when cop cars had the cherry on top rather than a light bar.

The ball drills the cherry on top and broke it. The cop slams on the breaks, runs to the side of the ditch and told us, you punks stay right there! Much to my horror, crazy Mike starts taunting the cop. "Hey you fat pig, why don't you swim your fat ass across the ditch and come and get us!" then starts walking around like a chicken squawking. I'm thinking oh shit! The cop yells back, "I will catch you and you little mother ****ers are going to jail after I beat the hell out of you!"

We ran into Crazy Mikes house and hid in the basement. There was just enough of a crack in between the curtains where we could see the cop driving by. This cop drove around the neighborhood for over three hours looking for us. I waited until it was dark and snuck back to my house through alleys and back yards. :shake:

LMAO. that's awesome

[tooge]

These stories remind me of a buddy that I was riding around with in HS. He was fairly drunk at the time and wouldn't let me drive because it was his girlfriends parents car. He asks me to lean back (im in the passenger seat)so he can ditch his empty and then he throws a beer bottle through my window, which he thought was open, but it wasn't. I was like "dude, what the fuck?"
He says he thought the window was down, and went on about how fucked we were. I was like , "we?"

[prhom]

41 here. I always felt i had the quintessential American childhood experience. I even built a raft with the intention of floating down the Colorado River like a modern day Huck Finn, but then my parents refused to help me transport it from our backyard to the river. It's probably for the best that they didn't let me go through with that crazy idea.

[Frazod]

Oh he was back then but he ended up getting married to an alpha female, a real nag. I think he has to get permission to go take a leak. I was a groomsman in his wedding and I remember thinking, this won't end well. I called him several years ago to see if he wanted to go fishing and he told me "my wife said no." I was like, WTF??

I ran into him last year and he was so beaten down from being married to that matriarch that he was completely mellow and would hardly make eye contact. :shake:

*shudder*

I had one of those once. Lasted about seven months, which was about eight months too long. Thank God I never married her.

[RippedmyFlesh]

40

Heh true, I was firing off .22 rounds at 7 or 8, larger rifles and shotguns by the age of 12. We also got into so wicked slingshot and BB gun wars back in the day. :hmmm: I ended up with some welts and that was about it. Did any of you guys ever go hooky bobbing?

We did it in the winter when roads were covered in ice or snow with no skateboard or bike. Just slide with your shoes on the ice. We called it hopping bumpers.

[Bugeater]

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Had one of those and loved it. Oh, and you could actually learn something from it too.

[Bwana]

We did it in the winter when roads were covered in ice or snow with no skateboard or bike. Just slide with your shoes on the ice. We called it hopping bumpers.

Yeah that's exactly the way we did it.

[Gadzooks]

Now that I think about it, I voted no and should technically have voted yes. My parents took me when I was about 18 months old. That was cruel, though, because I remember nothing about it and they never took me again. I think they went more for themselves than me, because they were only about 22 and 24 themselves.

I had the same experience, or lack of experience of Disney World.

I scored a 34 which would make total sense based on the grading.

[Iowanian]

I had THE All-American childhood.


In case you're wondering...That's my pa, feeding hipster beer to a baby deer we caught while mowing hay. We're wearing matching jackets my mom made and he's wearing a hat a relative brought back from Viet Nam for him...at my grandpa's farm where I can see a barn we played in and a river I swam, fished and camped near with cousins and uncles. I helped milk cows, butcher chickens, hogs, beef and deer in barns I can see in this pic. I lived the dream and didn't even know it.

[MTG#10]

That reminds me, I still havent received those AC/DC and Motley Crew pins/banners I ordered when I was in 4th grade. I dont know what could have went wrong putting cash and exact change in the envelope.

[BucEyedPea]

I had THE All-American childhood.


In case you're wondering...That's my pa, feeding hipster beer to a baby deer we caught while mowing hay. We're wearing matching jackets my mom made and he's wearing a hat a relative brought back from Viet Nam for him...at my grandpa's farm where I can see a barn we played in and a river I swam, fished and camped near with cousins and uncles. I helped milk cows, butcher chickens, hogs, beef and deer in barns I can see in this pic. I lived the dream and didn't even know it.

That is such an adorable picture. A classic slice of American rural life in the middle of America. Very Normal Rockwell. In fact I could see it done as a Rockwell illustration for a magazine cover back in those times. I would love to draw or paint it.

[Rain Man]

41 here. I always felt i had the quintessential American childhood experience. I even built a raft with the intention of floating down the Colorado River like a modern day Huck Finn, but then my parents refused to help me transport it from our backyard to the river. It's probably for the best that they didn't let me go through with that crazy idea.

They cost you the adventure of a lifetime. I bet you would've found treasure and fought pirates and all sorts of stuff.

[BWillie]

Wow, I had a super classic American childhood upbringing and I still have dead hookers in my trunk.

[Graystoke]

Glad to see America is still alive

Now lets go pop some wheelies on our Choppers.
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[BucEyedPea]

They cost you the adventure of a lifetime. I bet you would've found treasure and fought pirates and all sorts of stuff.

Oh, no, no we do that living near the ocean. We had rafts, canoes, row boats, sail fish, small motor boats and Catamarans when older. We would sink 'em, tip 'em over, spin them around over and over and take the over others whether on a lake or the ocean.

[Iowanian]

We discussed trying to catch a baby deer this spring and doing a recreation pic.


One of the all American childhood things we did that isn't listed...we had an old Honda three wheeler. In the winter after chores, dad would tie an old plastic sled behind it and pull us around the pasture. I think the other all American childhood thing was the odd sized
, make shift baseball diamond in the yard, and the pasture by moms garden when we got bigger. After chores or when my cousins and friends were at our place, we played a lot of ball. If it was just us, we had a vintage catchers mitt and we'd practice for little league. Ha.te to know how many fastballs I threw at my brother between 4-6 grade.

We were pretty broke but the older I get the better I realize we had it. When you're broke, you raise a big garden and eat pork chops and cured bacon. I'm so fortunate as it taught me how to succeed today.

I'm trying hard to give some of these same things to my kids today....if I can get them away from a screen device.

[Dartgod]

We discussed trying to catch a baby deer this spring and doing a recreation pic.


One of the all American childhood things we did that isn't listed...we had an old Honda three wheeler. In the winter after chores, dad would tie an old plastic sled behind it and pull us around the pasture. I think the other all American childhood thing was the odd sized
, make shift baseball diamond in the yard, and the pasture by moms garden when we got bigger. After chores or when my cousins and friends were at our place, we played a lot of ball. If it was just us, we had a vintage catchers mitt and we'd practice for little league. Ha.te to know how many fastballs I threw at my brother between 4-6 grade.

We were pretty broke but the older I get the better I realize we had it. When you're broke, you raise a big garden and eat pork chops and cured bacon. I'm so fortunate as it taught me how to succeed today.

I'm trying hard to give some of these same things to my kids today....if I can get them away from a screen device.

That's awesome stuff, man. I got a bit verklempt.

[Baby Lee]

Glad to see America is still alive

Now lets go pop some wheelies on our Choppers.
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Get out the way ya old hippy!!
It's the Rad! generation!!

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[scho63]

Forgot to add on the list..

Get injured on a skateboard.
Break a bone playing sports.
Get a tooth knocked out doing something stupid.
Snap a girls bra.
Have kite fights using razor blades added on your kite.
Burn shit for no reason- Army men, GI Joes Model cars.
Build a bike ramp and then rack yourself when you jump it and the handle bars slip.
Blow up ant hills with firecrackers.
Rebuild or repaint your bike for no reason.
Put baseball cards in the spokes of your bike that would be worth $ now.
Build a fort in the woods out of a refrigerator box and scrap wood.
Have a dirt clod fight and almost lose an eye.
Play pickup football games with every kid in the neighborhood.
Drink out of a garden hose in summer. Nothing beats that stale garden hose water when you are thirsty.
Chase down the ice cream man.
Play hide and go seek with neighbor kids.
Water down your snowballs and let them freeze over night for the big snowball fight the next day.

Some real good ones there! :clap:

[scho63]

THIS THREAD IS GOING TO BE...............


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[Baby Lee]

Build a bike ramp and then rack yourself when you jump it and the handle bars slip.

How many points I get for this?

Built a wood ramp to use on the street.

Neighborhood bully loosened my front wheel

Jumped off and my front wheel popped into the air

Fork dug into the pavement and I went right onto my chin.

12 stitches to reattach my 'waddle' to my face.

[RippedmyFlesh]

Nice job Halfcan. I could only think of a couple.

Trying to give the dog the food you don't want for dinner. My dogs were always like "fuck these veggies" and I would get caught.

Having to write 100 or 1000 depending how sadistic your teacher was "I will not talk in class" type shit. You would draw a line all the way down the paper for the I's.

[ShiftyEyedWaterboy]

Growing up in Louisiana I can check most of these off except the hot teacher and spelling bee.

I lived right on the bayou. Used to go stand on an old bridge and watch/throw rocks at the gators in the evenings. I remember having to take the long way to school one day because one of those SOBs was sunning in the middle of the road.

[Frazod]

My bad bike ramp story involved landing wrong - it jarred me and my face went into the metal bar between the handlebars. Broke off parts of both my front teeth, the space resembling an inverted V. Had to have both teeth capped.

Mom sure was pissed about the extra dentist bill.

[BWillie]

How many points I get for this?

Built a wood ramp to use on the street.

Neighborhood bully loosened my front wheel

Jumped off and my front wheel popped into the air

Fork dug into the pavement and I went right onto my chin.

12 stitches to reattach my 'waddle' to my face.

You lived next to a psychopath growing up. Cool.

[Baby Lee]

My bad bike ramp story involved landing wrong - it jarred me and my face went into the metal bar between the handlebars. Broke off parts of both my front teeth, the space resembling an inverted V. Had to have both teeth capped.

Mom sure was pissed about the extra dentist bill.

My cousin biffed by misreading a 'pop-up' jump.

This was a dirt jump, and most are gradual, so you launch off the apex by pulling back on the handle bars and extending your feet on the pedals to land back wheel first.

So this particular jump was a pop up jump, where it's vertical at the end and throws you into the air. If you pull back on the handlebars and extend your feet like normal, you end up throwing the bike out in front of you. Quite the opposite, you need to stiffen your arms and draw your feet up into a crouch.

So my cousin comes flying along, hits the jump, throws the bike about 20 feet in front of him, and lands heel first from about 15 feet in the air, spraining both his ankles.

[SAUTO]

We would sled on a cars hood tied behind a truck.

[Baby Lee]

You lived next to a psychopath growing up. Cool.

Yeah, and I was 6yo too.

[Buehler445]

We would sled on a cars hood tied behind a truck.

I bet you didn't end up with a cactus spine in your leg :D

[Baby Lee]

We would sled on a cars hood tied behind a truck.

Our HS auto shop and wood shop teachers were a hoot [think HS teacher versions of Rex and Rob Ryan, though they weren't related. Just two burly dudes teaching shop], and every year they'd show up at the big snow sledding hill with their trusty car hood sled and a Gatorade bucket full of hot chocolate.

[SAUTO]

I bet you didn't end up with a cactus spine in your leg :D

No lol I didn't.

We would just rip ass all over town on the roads, kck.

Then once I came to the country we would take them down below the dam and do donuts until every one flew off

[BWillie]

I would get babysat by my Aunt during the summer. I was probably about 8 years old. My cousin was really into bikes, he would fix them, mix and match parts and custom rig them up. Well one time we went out bike riding and he forgot the bike he gave me to ride didn't have brakes. He got used to riding without brakes most of the time and stopping with his shoes on the pavement dragging or something. Anyway, I was going down a big hill, then found out there was no brakes on the freaking bike. I ran a stop sign, hit the side of a truck, did a somersault and landed in the back of the pick up truck on some bags of leaves completely unharmed. Boy was I lucky to be alive.

[Baby Lee]

I would get babysat by my Aunt during the summer. I was probably about 8 years old. My cousin was really into bikes, he would fix them, mix and match parts and custom rig them up. Well one time we went out bike riding and he forgot the bike he gave me to ride didn't have brakes. He got used to riding without brakes most of the time and stopping with his shoes on the pavement dragging or something. Anyway, I was going down a big hill, then found out there was no brakes on the freaking bike. I ran a stop sign, hit the side of a truck, did a somersault and landed in the back of the pick up truck on some bags of leaves completely unharmed. Boy was I lucky to be alive.

You won't believe this, same summer as the chin music above, had a bike with a coaster brake only [ie, the one where you reverse your peddling to stop the rear wheel]. Went down a big hill with no shoes on. About 10 yards down the chain comes off.

6yo me tried to stop by dragging my bare feet on pavement, ended up in the bushes at the bottom of the hill with all the skin torn off my toes.

For a while, my mom swore I was going to end up with DCFS for the shit I did to myself.

Could be worse I guess, my aunt has gone through life with 9 1/2 fingers because she stuck her pointer finger on the chain as a kid while they were 'revving' her bicycle upside down [ie, the sprocket chopped the tip off].

[Rain Man]

Some real good ones there! :clap:

I wish I would have thought about drinking from the garden hose and chasing an ice cream truck for the poll. Those are pure Americana.

[Frazod]

My cousin biffed by misreading a 'pop-up' jump.

This was a dirt jump, and most are gradual, so you launch off the apex by pulling back on the handle bars and extending your feet on the pedals to land back wheel first.

SO this particular jump was a pop up jump, where it's vertical at the end and throws you into the air. If you pull back on the handlebars and extend your feet like normal, you end up throwing the bike out in front of you. Quite the opposite, you need to stiffen your arms and draw your feet up into a crouch.

So my cousin comes flying along, hits the jump, throws the bike about 20 feet in front of him, and lands heel first from about 15 feet in the air, spraining both his ankles.

Ouch.

I fell like that once, but not a bike. Some of the trees had these vine things growing in them that you could swing on. My street ran along the top of a ridge line, and on the west side there was a fairly steep drop going down to creek at the bottom. On the other side of the creek was a field. I swung out and heard some cracking sounds up at the top of the tree where the vine was connected. That should have been a hint not to do it again, but like an idiot, I did it again. The vine dislodged from the top of the tree, and I landed hard in the field several yards beyond the creek with the broken vine still in my hands.

I was lucky I merely sprained my ankle. But damn did that hurt. The limping/hopping journey home really sucked.

This little misadventure also brought about the end of a rope tire swing somebody had set up nearby. The parents got together and decided our swinging over the creek antics were too dangerous, and one of them sawed off the branch that the rope was tied to.

[Rain Man]

Growing up in Louisiana I can check most of these off except the hot teacher and spelling bee.

I lived right on the bayou. Used to go stand on an old bridge and watch/throw rocks at the gators in the evenings. I remember having to take the long way to school one day because one of those SOBs was sunning in the middle of the road.

May I presume that you're one of the three people in the poll who did not build a snowman in their youth?

[eDave]

Growing up in KC allowed me to do 28 of those things. Pretty classic.

[Baby Lee]

Growing up in Louisiana I can check most of these off except the hot teacher and spelling bee.

I lived right on the bayou. Used to go stand on an old bridge and watch/throw rocks at the gators in the evenings. I remember having to take the long way to school one day because one of those SOBs was sunning in the middle of the road.

How bayou is bayou?

Spent a lot of summers in the W.Monroe/Chatham/Ruston area where my mom's family is.

So awesome that camping consists of pulling the pickup off the highway and setting trot lines on the bank for fish [and the occasional turtle].

My uncle went everywhere with the trolling boat on the roof, shotguns in the rear window, and Coleman stoves and bedrolls in the truck bed. We were never more than 5 minutes from hunting and fishing adventure [well, hunting in the fall, just plain shooting shit in the summer].

[Holladay]

Riding trees. Put a little dude (me) at the top of a small/medium size tree with a rope. Pull the tree over, put different "riders" on and let er fly.

[Holladay]

Neighborhood bully loosened my front wheel

I rebuilt my bike from other parts. Went out for a test ride a popped a wheely. I was pretty good at riding those. Then my front wheel fell off. I was 2 blocks away from home. I tried to wheely all the way back. Didn't happen. Face plant.

[lewdog]

I once took the car below, down the sledding hill which was my backyard. Got this bright idea when my parents left on a walk and I knew my mother would never let me try it if she was home. Drug that thing up from the basement. I was old enough that this thing was just sitting around and I wasn't actually using it. Managed to squeeze myself in the thing and I barely fit. I have no idea how many times that thing flipped but I bashed my head hard against the side many times and ended up knocking the wind out of myself on the steering wheel. I knew my parents would only be gone about an hour, so I had to muster up the strength after lying on the ground for 5 minutes, to drag that thing back in the house and down the stairs.

Never again.


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[ShiftyEyedWaterboy]

May I presume that you're one of the three people in the poll who did not build a snowman in their youth?

You're an astute one. :D

[ShiftyEyedWaterboy]

How bayou is bayou?

Spent a lot of summers in the W.Monroe/Chatham/Ruston area where my mom's family is.

So awesome that camping consists of pulling the pickup off the highway and setting trot lines on the bank for fish [and the occasional turtle].

My uncle went everywhere with the trolling boat on the roof, shotguns in the rear window, and Coleman stoves and bedrolls in the truck bed. We were never more than 5 minutes from hunting and fishing adventure [well, hunting in the fall, just plain shooting shit in the summer].


Small world. I'm from Monroe. Right on Bayou Desiard. So sort of bayou. Not quite the same as way down south but the area I lived on was pretty damn swampy. My mother's side is from Houma and I spent a lot of time around there too. Northern LA is great if you're an outdoorsman. Probably no better place for it.

[Rasputin]

Inner tubing down snow slides at winter camp in Colorado mountains.
Zoom

[Nickhead]

there are either 3 liars on this board, or they should never tell a soul again they had sex with a teacher. :D

[DJ's left nut]

My bad bike ramp story involved landing wrong - it jarred me and my face went into the metal bar between the handlebars. Broke off parts of both my front teeth, the space resembling an inverted V. Had to have both teeth capped.

Mom sure was pissed about the extra dentist bill.

My bike ramp story was a ramp at the bottom of my neighbors driveway. His driveway went along the side of the house, down the hill and back behind the house where they had a big concrete pad where you turned around into the garage (lots of houses built in the 60s/70s seemed to do that; perfect spot for a basketball hoop).

I came flying down the hill and hit the ramp just as his older brother came around the corner of the garage right into the flight path. It was a completely blind corner; nothing either of us could do (well, I suppose we could not set up ramps just before blind corners but I digress). I tried to bail off the bike to keep from just plowing through him. It mostly frisbeed out from under me, I hit the ground and scraped off pretty much every piece of flesh I had from my knees to my ankles, he took the rear tire square in the neck and fell into a heap. We thought we'd killed him. He could hardly talk a week later and needless to say we were not allowed to ramp bikes anymore.

Good ol' Blue BMX; that sumbitch took a beating, man.

[Rain Man]

there are either 3 liars on this board, or they should never tell a soul again they had sex with a teacher. :D

No one has told us stories about that particular question. I want to know.

And I never made a bike ramp. It seemed imprudent.

[Frazod]

My bike ramp story was a ramp at the bottom of my neighbors driveway. His driveway went along the side of the house, down the hill and back behind the house where they had a big concrete pad where you turned around into the garage (lots of houses built in the 60s/70s seemed to do that; perfect spot for a basketball hoop).

I came flying down the hill and hit the ramp just as his older brother came around the corner of the garage right into the flight path. It was a completely blind corner; nothing either of us could do (well, I suppose we could not set up ramps just before blind corners but I digress). I tried to bail off the bike to keep from just plowing through him. It mostly frisbeed out from under me, I hit the ground and scraped off pretty much every piece of flesh I had from my knees to my ankles, he took the rear tire square in the neck and fell into a heap. We thought we'd killed him. He could hardly talk a week later and needless to say we were not allowed to ramp bikes anymore.

Good ol' Blue BMX; that sumbitch took a beating, man.

This did not happen to me, thank God, but to one of my friends. While riding his bike down a steep street in Jeff City, he hit something that basically made the bike stop but he kept going. He was wearing shorts and shoes, and nothing else, and landed spread eagle on the asphalt, sliding a good distance afterward. The entire front of his body - face, chest, arms, legs, the whole nine yards - was pretty much turned to raw hamburger. I did not see it, and I'm glad for that. He was bandaged up like a fucking mummy afterward.

The most interesting part - he had this one wound near the base of the palm of his hand that would not heal. Just kept oozing blood and puss. One day, in church, he was messing with it and felt something strange. He started pushing on the underside of his forearm, and eventually worked a three inch long sliver of glass out of the cut. It had been there for a couple of weeks.

Eww.

[Easy 6]

39 - can hardly complain about my childhood

[scho63]

soon to be 54

Has anyone mentioned building stuff from popsicle sticks?

How about making a clay ashtray or cups in art class?

How about old soda or beer can pull tabs and join them together?

Black light posters?

How about melting drinking straws?



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[scho63]

My list: 41 items

I did make out with a super hot teacher named Miss Walsh the summer of the year I graduated. She and several other hot teachers went to a packed bar in Belmar NJ called Montego Bay. She got drunk drinking Jack and coke and during one of the slower dances we started making out. The bar was jam packed and somewhat dark so it was easy to be discreet. Then one of the other teachers finally saw this and yanked me off of her. She was around 24 at the time and I was 17.

Built a sand castle or other sand structure on a beach
Built a snowman
Camped in your backyard
Carried a lunch box to school
Eaten food cooked over a campfire
Explored an abandoned house or hobo camp with your friends
Fired a bb gun
Got into a physical fight on a school playground
Had a bike wreck
Had a crush on a babysitter
Had a line in a school play
Had an entry in a Science Fair
Had your own treehouse
Jumped off a diving board, high dive, cliff or rope swing into water
Went to Disneyland/Disneyworld/Epcot
Collected some type of sports cards or collector cards
Kissed a person (on the lips) of whatever sex you now like
Lit sparklers and carried them around
Looked at pornography
Mowed a non-relative’s lawn for money (or shoveled a non-relative’s walk for money)
Operated a lemonade stand
Owned a science kit of some sort (chemistry, electricity, etc.)
Owned an optical science tool - telescope or microscope
Owned Legos, Lincoln Logs, or an erector set
Participated in a spelling bee
Played doctor with a person of whatever sex you now like
Played in a youth sports league
Ran away from home and stayed away at least four hours
Rode a dirt bike (as the driver, not passenger)
Rode a school bus
Rode your bike to a store to buy stuff
Sold something (candy, cookies, light bulbs, etc.) as a youth fundraiser
Spent 1+ weeks at a relative’s house without your parents for no particular reason
Swam in a river or creek
Took dance lessons
Took swimming lessons
Visited a water park
Walked to/from school on your own
Went on a road trip in a station wagon or minivan
Went to a sleepover (or hosted one)
Went to an overnight summer camp

[Easy 6]

soon to be 54

Has anyone mentioned building stuff from popsicle sticks?

How about making a clay ashtray or cups in art class?

How about old soda or beer can pull tabs and join them together?

Black light posters?

How about melting drinking straws?



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http://spydersden.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/beverage_pull_tab.jpg

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Cant remember making anything from popsicle sticks, but I was a serious architect with some Lincoln Logs

Mom enrolled me in a pottery class one summer, that was pretty cool

I've made a pull tab necklace

Whats with the melted straws?

[Baby Lee]

How about making a clay ashtray or cups in art class?

I have [well, my mom has in her china cabinet] a clay 'figurine' that should by all rights be a modern art masterpiece.

Made in 1st or 2nd grade. Supposed to by a kangaroo. Basically a craggy misshapen ball of clay about the size of a small coffee mug, with flat little feet and little T-rex arms. The head is actually pretty decent with the snout and ears [and the one way people can tell what it is by looking at it]. Then a big thumbprint indention in the middle that's supposed to be a pouch.

For some reason I painted it dark olive green before they fired it.


Ultra-hasty [from memory] rendering

[SAUTO]

My bike ramp story was a ramp at the bottom of my neighbors driveway. His driveway went along the side of the house, down the hill and back behind the house where they had a big concrete pad where you turned around into the garage (lots of houses built in the 60s/70s seemed to do that; perfect spot for a basketball hoop).

I came flying down the hill and hit the ramp just as his older brother came around the corner of the garage right into the flight path. It was a completely blind corner; nothing either of us could do (well, I suppose we could not set up ramps just before blind corners but I digress). I tried to bail off the bike to keep from just plowing through him. It mostly frisbeed out from under me, I hit the ground and scraped off pretty much every piece of flesh I had from my knees to my ankles, he took the rear tire square in the neck and fell into a heap. We thought we'd killed him. He could hardly talk a week later and needless to say we were not allowed to ramp bikes anymore.

Good ol' Blue BMX; that sumbitch took a beating, man.
We had the same driveway configuration, first tie I ever rode, a motorcycle we push started it and they told me to hold it wide open until it started. I didn't ever let off, full bore into the railroad ties around the garden.

Fun times.

[Frazod]

I went berserk in ceramics class. Inspired by the recent release of the original Conan the Barbarian, I made a sword and a functional spiked ball and chain that actually survived for a couple of weeks before I swung it around once too often. After that, the teacher told me that no further weapons would be produced in his class. I assume that if somebody tried that today cops and counselors would be involved, but back in 1982 Kirksville, it was merely twisted.

Another really cool item I made was a baseball-sized Ms. Pacman - that turned out nearly perfect - yellow with big red lips and tongue and a big red bow on top. I wish I'd taken a picture of it. There was a girl we all referred to as Ms. Pacman because she was loud, blonde, and never shut up. I gave it to her more as an insult than anything else, but she was also rather dense, so she just thought it was a neat present. :D

[Easy 6]

Always loved picking beans and peas with Grandma in the garden, then we'd sit on the porch and snap the beans or empty out the pea pods... just simple shit like that is such a fond memory

[Bwana]

Whats with the melted straws?

Yeah I was wondering about that myself.

[scho63]

Cant remember making anything from popsicle sticks, but I was a serious architect with some Lincoln Logs

Mom enrolled me in a pottery class one summer, that was pretty cool

I've made a pull tab necklace

Whats with the melted straws?

Yeah I was wondering about that myself.

It was a big deal to try and melt straws and weld them together to create some abstract figure. Even a simple 3 dimensional box.

If you were out at a restaurant and they had lit candles we would use those to melt the straws. Sometimes we would use our parents lighter as both were smokers.

It wasn't to completely melt them.