Here's to US !!!!



Worse yet, when you get in a fist-fight nowdays at school... they call the cops and arrest you!!! :eek:
Ha... times sure have changed.
 
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kdstrick said:


Worse yet, when you get in a fist-fight nowdays at school... they call the cops and arrest you!!! :eek: I would have been in federal prison by Junior High. :o

Ha... times sure have changed. We used to take our shotguns to school (left in the car or truck of course) so we could go dove hunt after school. Everyone knew, no one cared.
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I wouldn't have made it to the 5 grade myself. LOL :D :eek:

Baltimore City you know..... Was in a fight almost everyday....
 
:D:D 1973 here....I stuck a scissors in an outlet, at school, in kindergarden:eek: and grew up to be an electrician:foot:
Now days they have plastic safety scissors:rolleyes:.
 
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1951 for me, good times, my mom beat all five of us kids with the closest thing she could grab, and god forbid sometimes it was dad! :eek: :eek: :eek:



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idahoskunk said:
1951 for me, good times, my mom beat all five of us kids with the closest thing she could grab, and god forbid sometimes it was dad! :eek: :eek: :eek:



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Yeah they were really good at that back then huh? :eek:

I remember it all too well....

The really funny thing was they always knew before we got home what we were up to and what we did....

You know the old come in the door and wham.....:eek:

Or they would tell us to go out and find them a stick to beat us with....
 
1947. We had BB gun fights (until one kid brought a pump pellet gun). I road my bike all over Portland Oregon at 10 years old. I never got in fights cause I was too big (6'-2" at 8th grade). But we road thru town with a .22 over our shoulder many times. Police just said "go home". My dad told us of his growing up in a farming community in the 30's. Dirt poor. Worked before and after school. He served in WWII. Great Man.
 
:) thank you my friend I needed that.


I am still falling down, ask Stabber about the chair I killed sunday at Blade :o

You will like this;

My ding bat boy "borrowed" & drove the truck to church yesterday, Sunday, because we were running late. No license, no insurance, & no permission, he texted us from church telling us he "borrowed" the truck. yep he is on restriction but at least he has a story to tell.

I could not punish him too bad, he said he did not want to missing passing sacrament . :rolleyes: Kids. :rolleyes:

He got to shoot an UZI the day before, maybe these kids will be all right too. :D
 
You left out the spankings with Hot Wheels race tracks! Any one who has had a good beating with those can attest to the stinging pain, but no permanent injury (my mom stopped using wooden spoons when she broke all of hers, then she switched to those big plastic spaghetti spoons with the holes in the bottom, and Hot Wheels race tracks).

My dad had an actual spanking belt that hung on a peg in his room. It did not fit him, it was just a 2 inch wide monster gun belt who's sole purpose in life was spanking. He used to send us outside to pick our switch off the apple tree.

Had BB-guns, and 3 wheelers and motorcylces and knives and matches. Lots of injuries and broken bones between my self and my older brother. Heck, even my little sister broke her nose at least once.

One thing I really miss, and my kids will never know the joy of, is taking out one row of seats in the full sized van, and building a bed for the back cargo area that was the taller than the seat back. Then you could fold out a pad on the floor where the seat was removed, and two could sleep on the floor, and two could sleep on the bed over the luggage. That did not leave enough seat belts to go around, but we made it through. I won't drive a vehicle now, where everyone is not seat belted in.

My little sister now lives in Sweden. It is against the law to do any spanking at all. They will literally take your kids away from you if you get caught using physical discipline. The kids let her know that all the time. I tell you, the first time my kid told me in a snotty voice "what are you going to do? You can't spank me or I will call the cops and have you arrested." I would be arrested for beating the living hell out of that kid, then calling the cops on my self, and telling them to come get me, and keep that rotten kid in the orphanage forever, because I don't want him back!

Rant off.

Great post Skunk. Brings back all kinds of memories.
 
Great reminiscing.

I miss my metal Tonka toys with the sharp corners, they were fun to play with in loose dirt or a sandbox. GI Joes, Star Wars and Transformers were the expensive new plastic stuff.

I don't miss hearing the thoop...thoop...thoop...thoop of my dad's belt clearing his pants before landing on the seat of mine, especially the one with all of the excessive holes in it.

I do miss double digit gas prices and foreign cars being JUST a rare novelty.

I don't miss bell bottoms or parachute pants.

I do miss the days when doing the right thing was the right thing to do.

I don't miss vinyl, 8 track, audio cassettes, VHS or BETA.

Progress and technology are great... right up until you realize what it really cost us as a society. I miss the good old days.
 
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You left out the spankings with Hot Wheels race tracks! Any one who has had a good beating with those can attest to the stinging pain, but no permanent injury (my mom stopped using wooden spoons when she broke all of hers, then she switched to those big plastic spaghetti spoons with the holes in the bottom, and Hot Wheels race tracks).

My dad had an actual spanking belt that hung on a peg in his room. It did not fit him, it was just a 2 inch wide monster gun belt who's sole purpose in life was spanking. He used to send us outside to pick our switch off the apple tree.

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yes, the hot wheel tracks hurt very much, and when they grabbed one with the little purple plastic connector still in it, watch out! those left marks!
My grandfather was old school, had a razor strop hanging in the bathroom, he used that for beatings, or if he was outside he just used one of his slippers(made from old shoes with the heel cut off)

aaahhhh, would not have traded my childhood for the world! I turned out normal, right? I am normal, right? :D
 
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In the country, we still did most of that stuff.

Riding bikes on a gravel road with nothing on our heads (you guys who had basball caps were lucky)

Getting hurt was your own damn fault (those of you who saw me and my machete wound at Blade can vouch for me there)

BB gun by age 7, a Ruger 10/22 by 10, first handgun at 16

Lead paint, some asbestos siding, lead solder, arsenic and chromium treated wood

Riding a bike through a waist deep creek in January is it wasn't froze over

Getting whipped and spanked in public (back in the days where you weren't arrested for beating your child)

And I was born in 89
 
Ya whatever you say......er.....I mean.....what were we talkin about???? Boy some rough yrs in there!:p
 
Awesome post Skunk. Those were all things we did back when we were kids. It is amazing now watching my kids get older and thinking about the differences. I mean shoot, if my wife sees my son jumping his bike off of a 4" ramp in the street, you would have thought I was lighting a crack pipe for him, the way she reacts.

Thank you.

Steve
 
Hahaha
Oh man
what memories!
I remember one time,forgot exactly what I did,but
my parents called the Priest to the house
and they prayed for me!
I wonder if they thought I was possessed!

thinking back now,I remember he even had
that thing that the smoke comes out of
 
kzooglock23 said:
Awesome post Skunk. Those were all things we did back when we were kids. It is amazing now watching my kids get older and thinking about the differences. I mean shoot, if my wife sees my son jumping his bike off of a 4" ramp in the street, you would have thought I was lighting a crack pipe for him, the way she reacts.

Thank you.

Steve
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That very typical of today.
 
72' here...

Candy cigarettes that powder smoke came out of when you blew through
them....

Working in the Tobacco fields... School would even be postponed until
the the season was over.... (so the kids could continue to work)...

Playing sports for the school or the church,and THEM supplying the
equipment...and no dues.... And as another poster stated; If you
didn't make the team,tough luck...Had to try to improve and make it next time!



Thaks for the post Skunk...!

We lose more and more of our freedoms with every passing day!
 
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