memories from childhood

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The sun has finally come out and I cleaned the pool over the weekend and filled it up. My daughter immediately got in even though the water was freezing (about 65 degrees since we don’t have a heater). She called some friends to come over and they got in for a bit, but then complained about the cold water and wanted to come inside and play. Now the temp was about 90 degrees outside and the sun was shining bright and these kids wanted to play video games. My daughter for her part was unfazed by the cold water and wanted to stay out and play.

This all got me thinking back to when I was a kid (I’m not even 40 so I’m not that old of a fart yet). We didn’t have the video games and computers and internet access like kids today, and the last thing we ever wanted to do was come inside.

I clearly remember a normal day would start with me and some friends getting together and heading to a empty field in the neighborhood that bordered some swampy woods. The field was loaded with black berry bushes and brambles, and we would wander through taking the berries right off the bush and eating them. We would follow that up by going to the fig tree and sculpin vine.

We would eat honey suckle drops from the flower stems and pull up wild onion to chew on. We would head to the park and swim in the bay and around lunch time get a 5 gallon bucket and some raw bacon and fishing poles. We would go out on the dock, bait a hook and drop in the water and within minutes a crab would grab a hold. We would haul them up most the time they would just be hanging on with a pincher. We’d throw them in the bucket and after having 5 or 6 go back to my house and start a fire in a ring of bricks and get the old cast iron pot we always left outside. We’d boil the crabs up right there and when they were finished crack them open with a pocket knife and pull the meat out and eat right from the shell.

We would spend the afternoon traipsing through the swamp trying to avoid the deep mud I lost a couple of shoes in mud that went up past my knee). We would poke at snakes and play army with toy guns that looked like real ones.

This is all as a 9 or 10 year old (my daughters age)

Now a days I’ts Mario Cart and youtube and kids staying indoors all summer because “it’s hot”. I grew up in Florida without air conditioning!

I have started trying to get my daughter out as much as I can and teach her some things and show her you can have fun in the outdoors. She has taken to it a little, but the amount of time we can get away isn’t much, plus it is hard here because there really is no place to just take off and do an overnight anywhere close by. It’s all metro or state parks where you have to register and camp in certain areas for a minimum 2 day stay and stuff like that .

Well I guess I sound like an old fart even though I’m not even 40 yet, but I think the kids today are really missing out. I guess I have rambled long enough, although I could go on for hours with the great memories of growing up, real Americana type stuff.

Why not share some of your own favorites.
 
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From beauty to the beast in two seconds flat! :eek: :D
hughewil, great idea for a thread. I'll post up some stuff when I get more time.
 
This one time in becker camp I stuck a BK2 up my butt.....:eek:
Pic's or it didn't happen! Ha, post # 1,111

I'll go so far as to say I'll enjoy reading them, I'm not a good contributor on literary works like this.
We played a lot of GI Joe, you know the 3 3/4 action figures. hours and hours of it. Alot of shooting bb guns too.
 
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I used to spend every waking moment outside playing sports or going fishing/camping with my friends. I still know all their phone numbers but I can't remember anyone's number if I met them after 1997. We wouldn't schedule anything, we'd just show up at each other's houses with a coffee can filled with nightcrawlers and spend the day talking about shit that seemed so important back then. If we got the line stuck in tree branch, it was known as a "f'n-A", and if we got our line snagged on something under the water it was an "Oh shit!"

I didn't have air conditioning back then either, but I refuse to live without it now... as DerekH said, easily one of the top 3 inventions of all time.
 
We would use bread ties to tie our fishing poles to our bikes and head out to the creek and catch chubs which we would sell to local Pike fisherman for a nickle (a soda was a dime then). If we didn't have a baseball game we would ride all the way out to the river (roughly 8 miles 1 way). When we got hot we swam in the creek. We would make forts by the RR tracks and spend nights "camping" in the yard.

Last day of school here was yesterday. I had to call my son from work and tell him to get off the xbox this morning... he said "howd ya know?"... told him to find a friend and ride around the lake!
 
Man I'm still in college but kids these days are way different than when I was little.

We'd get the gang together and play outside all day. Catch snakes in the creek, explore the woods, build tree forts you name it. We were always outside either playing in the creek/woods, playing roller hockey, or creating some kind of weapon out of crap from the garage. We never wore shoes or sunscreen and played every day till it was dark.

Man I miss those days. Its only been like 12 years but now days kids just play call of duty and screw around on computers. There's no magic anymore. I know that when I have kids they are going to grow up loving the out doors.
 
I played outside all the time when I was a kid, sometimes from necessity, sometimes for ease of life. Childhood wasn't the wonder years it should have been, but I digress.

My parents worked late, and I was a latchkey kid. When I got home from school, I would feed the animals, and head off to my friends house (about 3 miles away, closest farm) and we would go play and swim and be kids. I always had to make it home before my parents got there, which was usually right at dark. This one time, we followed the river WAY down, and found the most awesomest swimming hole, and it even came with a zip line. :D

All of the sudden, I noticed it was way past time to leave, beating the parents home was paramount in my existance, so, I high tailed it in the direction I thought was home. You gotta remember, I was 12yrs old at the time. I didn't know the way. And I was moving through the woods fast, and dark was falling faster. After about what seemed like an eternity of moving through the brush, darkness caught me. Miles from home, lost in the woods, and late, too late, to beat my mom and stepfather home. I was scared. Real scared. At being lost. At being in the woods in nothing but some swimming shorts and a wet tshirt. At the beating I was going to get if I did get home. And I do mean beating.

I kept moving in the direction of "home". This was south central Texas, and we lived on a ranch that was hell and gone from anything resembling a street light. It must have been about an hour later when I spotted the first thing I recognized, a horse path I rode all the time. Once I found out where I was, it took about another 30 mins to make it to the clearing of my back yard.

Scratched to pieces, tired, hungry, cold, and much relieved to be home, the real trouble began. I'll spare you the details, but the punch line was just that. It took me a couple of days to recover, but as soon as I was able, I stopped by the local farm store, close to my school and bought a compass. I learned that night, that I didn't like being lost, and I wanted to know how to find my way. I read books on land nav, practiced with my friends, and even got some help from a teacher at school. I haven't been lost like that again. One of the fondest memories I have, is being able to walk in the dark, know where I was at, and could make it home before the parents got there, no problem. :D

Moose
 
when i was a kid we had this creek that you could get to at the end of my road. So my brother and I would start at the street and walk either on (in the winter) or in the creek and just walk for miles and miles exploring. We would disappear for the entire day.

in the winter when the creek froze over was the most fun cause you could walk on the ice and go farther easier, except inevitably i would fall through and my pants would get wet and by the time i got home my pants were frozen so solid i couldnt bend my knee(s). Momma always made me jump in the tub immediately to make sure i didnt get frostbite (man the tingling in the legs as they warmed up was horrible).

Then there was the cow tippin, the climbing onto the roofs of abandoned buildings, playing hide and seek in the cornfields

yeah kids today are missing out on alot
 
Damn moose sorry to hear about the abuse part. When I get time I'll tell the story that taught me not to get lost in the wilderness.
 
Damn moose sorry to hear about the abuse part. When I get time I'll tell the story that taught me not to get lost in the wilderness.

Eh, our past makes who we are, not what we are. Getting lost sucks, its the most valued skill that someone can have. If your lost, you panic, and your brain stops working the right way, and you start making poor decisions.

Moose
 
I got my first gun when I was 10, it was a 410 shotgun that my dad had to cut the stock down so i could hold it right (and when I say my gun I mean it stayed on a gun rack in my room along with a box of shells). For the first two years I went dove hunting with my dad each season, and a couple of times we went deer hunting, but just for the day on federal land. Every year in december he would disappear for two weeks when he would go to the hunting lodge in Alabama.

When i was 12 he took me with him for the first time. Him and several buddies rented a cabin on a huge track of land and stayed for several weeks each winter. I was given the 30-30 to use as rifle hunting was allowed.

The few times I had been dear hunting before i had just stuck with my dad as we found a spot and hunkered down. But here on this property they had set up stands to hunt from.So at 4:30 in the morning we would leave the cabin and drive down this little dirt road till we came across a spot witha orange flag tied around a tree. My dad would walk me through the woods to a spot where the stand was and leave me. He would return around noon to get me for lunch, then lead me back after we ate where I would stay untill sundown.

That's how it went for the first three days and I saw nothing. I am sure I made far to much noise and moved around to much, but I was getting bored, i wanted to shoot something. So on the fourth day after lunch i decided the problem was i was in a crappy spot and I needed to go somewhere else...

Now I had been told not to leave the area of the stand, but like all kids I thought I knew better. I got down and started walking through the woods, trying to keep in mind which way I was going (I had the right intentions). I walked for proabably about 15 or 20 minutes and came to where the woodline opened into a field, and there across the field about 80 yards on the other side in the woodline was a deer. i got super excited and raised my rifle, aimed, pulled the trigger, and missed.

The deer took off at the sound of the gunshot, and i took off after the deer. Crashing through the overgrown field towards the woodline I managed to pick up a hitchhiker as I felt a awful pain on the back of my neck as a spider bit me. I continued running ito the woods hoping to get another shot at the deer. Of course it was long gone, but in my excitment I moved ahead as quickly as I could trying to find it. All this did was turn me around and get me completely lost. Not sure how long i looked for that deer before i realized I was lost, but a cold chill ran through me and my blood ran cold when i did. I had lost my bearings completely getting turned around and wasn't even sure which way the clearing was. I knew in about 3 or 4 hours my dad would be back to get me and if i wasn't there he would wear my butt out.

I started hiking furiously hoping to find the clearing I came through after about an hour I didn't find the clearing,but I did find a dirt road. I started down the road in what i hoped was the right direction. Not sure how long I walked for and hour maybe an hour and a half. I was thirsty, sweaty, cold, and scared shitless. I was sobing much of the time alternating fear between my dad finding out I had took off and never being found and dieing out in the woods. Eventually i came across the orange flag tied around a tree I recognized as the marker I saw each time my dad led me to the tree stand, I got lucky and had headed in the right direction.

I found the stand pretty easy from there (it was about a 10 minute hike into the woods from the road). About 30 minutes after I got back the sun started to set and my dad showed up. He never found out what happened, and I learned a valuable lesson. NEVER rush through the woods. Always pay attention to where you are going. I also began marking my trail from then on, every once in a while marking a mark on a tree to show I had been there. I also got a compass I took with me from then on.
 
If your lost, you panic, and your brain stops working the right way, and you start making poor decisions.

Moose
Yeah no kidding, people freak and go cross country man. And it's never the right direction either.
 
When my dad was still in the Air Force there were tons of kids in base housing so we'd always be playing baseball, football, hide and seek or just riding bikes. After he retired and we moved to Kentucky there were fewer kids in the neighborhood but woods all around so we'd go back to the creek and skip stones, look for snakes and other critters, play in the water and shoot air rifles. Played a lot of basketball on a gravel driveway and still did a lot of bike riding also.

We had Atari's and Nintendo's but Mom never did let us play them to much, 4 TV channels also but usually could only watch a show or two before she kicked us outside.
I love AC but never remember complaining about the temperature when it came to playing outdoors. I do complain now though.
 
My childhood was pretty danged good - no complaints. Spent tons of time with friends in a big field / woodlot behind our house, riding bikes, digging holes, hunting mice and snakes, eating blackberries and whatnot. My parents and I went camping most every weekend when the weather was decent and I did TONS of fishing. My dad got me hooked on that with a trip to a local river full of carp and some Wheaties balls. I'd love to know how many miles I put on my bike riding the two or three miles to a local lake with my tackle box in one hand and my fishing pole in the other.

It's tough to pick one favorite memory.

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Beckerhead #42
 
Yeah no kidding, people freak and go cross country man. And it's never the right direction either.

That's why Patrick McManus recommends the "modified stationary panic" rather than the "full bore linear panic". When you realize you're lost, it's much better to freak out and run in a tight circle until you tire out (than in a straight line - ricocheting off of trees) because you are more or less in the same spot as when you realized you were lost. Much easier for rescue people to find you that way. :D


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Beckerhead #42
 
Hell man if they would just stop and assess the situation, we'll find them within a day. "Stay alive for 24 hours on your own and we'll do the rest" - Lane County S&R
They don't and they won't, therefore my fat ass is gonna be looking for them. I don't know, it is what it is.
 
I can appreciate the need for good land nav, but lets keep on topic and not drift this thread too far. There is some good stories we could get outta this. :D

Moose
 
I agree kids these days spend way too much time inside and sheltered.

I'd always be out biking and playing soccer in the summer and during winter it was hockey when I wasn't at school.

Never had cell phones so I'd show up at a friends and knock or just throw rocks at the window.

As long as we were back by night it didn't matter where we were.

Ah if only we could be young again!
 
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