Author Topic: Born before the 80s (Read 1827 times)

deSelys · « **Reply #15 on:** June 23, 2006, 04:07:40 PM »

Missed 69 by a few days

All this is so true...

Rash · « **Reply #16 on:** June 23, 2006, 04:15:57 PM »

Good Times

I got my bb gun at 5 and first 22 single shot rifle at 6. Then came the bow at 7. I shot my lil sis in the side and got my arrows broke.

101ABN · « **Reply #17 on:** June 23, 2006, 04:53:29 PM »

Quote by Jackal1:
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags

i remember laying down right at the back window (above the back seats) in my dads mercury cougar... waving at the cops... having a good ole time.. ha ha ha....

101ABN · « **Reply #18 on:** June 23, 2006, 04:55:33 PM »

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Originally posted by Hap
'57

tackle football at the school yard
(or smear the queer.. also called fumble)

playing 500, over-the-line and other bb games.
(or roman candle fights)

black and white tv
(zenith that doubled as furniture.. had a 8 track and turntable in the top).. finally got rid of it in the 90s too.. ha ha

good guys did good things & bad guys did bad things

Mom was the boss.
(aaaahhhh... she is still the boss)

~~hap~~

B@tfinkV · « **Reply #19 on:** June 23, 2006, 05:06:48 PM »

kids today still do these things for the most part.

its the teenagers and adults that got *****whipped.

Maverick · « **Reply #20 on:** June 23, 2006, 05:19:18 PM »

(53)
Riding bicycles for fun and to go different places. Once I went 3/4 accross town to see friends, then got yelled at by Mom who insisted I ride back. It was over 10 miles each way in traffic. Bike lanes hadn't been invented.

Used to ride bikes to go "shooting" with bb guns. Hunting "wild game" (birds) with a daisy.
Dodgeball
4 square
Tackle football with or without flags. It's easier to pull the flag when the ball carrier is on the ground.
Baseball games any time you had more than 10 guys together.
Having "battles" using slingshots and china berries.
Making your own slingshots from branches and old inner tubes. Later making smaller ones using groups of the biggest rubberbands we could find in the store.
Getting milkshakes at the corner drug store.
Hearing sonic booms in town(1959) since the AF hadn't "learned" it wasn't nice.
Playing hide and seek until 11:00 PM in the summer.
Swimming in the street after a rain. Ditches (aroyo) would fill to over 3' then hold the brown water for a couple hours.
Later on at 16 getting an old clunker of a car and learning how to keep it running. Having to replace a clutch plate every 6 weeks.
Swapping out your first engine on your first car.
Learning ALL about the back seat.
Being on the front lines of the sexual revolution in the late 60's early 70's.

How in the hell did we freaking survive it?

FiLtH · « **Reply #21 on:** June 23, 2006, 05:21:39 PM »

Playing army and going on expeditions up river with lunches(supplies) packed. Carrying sticks that looked like muskets pretending we were Lewis and Clark.

Jumping ramps with bikes, rock fights, makin out with girls older than us.

Ahh the memories!

Brenjen · « **Reply #22 on:** June 23, 2006, 05:35:36 PM »

Ahh the 60's, I remember 70 - 71'ish on much better as I was just a little nard in the 60's, but even at that my family was always a decade behind the times.

Dad was always behind his newspaper, mom had the silver or red beehive bouffant & chomped gum just like that potato Flo the waitress, there were body counts nightly on the news from Vietnam & everyone was wearing bell bottoms or the even larger version elephant ears. I had rock 'em sock 'em robots, a big wheel & a marlin .22, my sisters smoked pot & dropped lsd running around with flowers in their hair & barefoot.

McDonalds had not yet come to Arkansas, there were no waterbeds or vcr's or microwaves, no walmart only the 5 & dime. Soft drinks were all in nearly indestructable 16 ounce glass bottles that you turned in for a deposit. They took the bottles & washed them & refilled & resold them. We had a Rambler & a Mercury Cyclone with a big block (429 ?) & twin monster four barrels which was our family car

God how time flies; I asked one of my co-workers about Charlie the tuna a few years ago & he looked at me like I was insane.

cars · « **Reply #23 on:** June 23, 2006, 05:46:54 PM »

1950

Remember it all. Well, except for the 70's

cars

rpm · « **Reply #24 on:** June 23, 2006, 06:53:25 PM »

1962

The streetlights! I almost forgot about those watchdogs. We always knew when one was burned out and where it was. We'd go play there so we could have an excuse for being late. It never worked, but we always used it anyway.

When I was a kid "Leave it to Beaver" was a reality show because that's exactly what we did and how we acted. We behaved in school, listened to our teacher and said the Pledge of Alegance without freaking out.

Watching Johnny Bench (yes, Johnny Bench NOT Pete Rose) and the Big Red Machine play ball Saturday afternoon on NBC with Curt Goudy and Joe Garagiola was my favorite until we got the worst team in baseball (Washington Senators-II) to move to Texas. Then I went to my 1st Big League game to watch David Clyde pitch for the Texas Rangers. Even tho he only pitched about 5 innings and we got slaughtered, it was awesome!

Evel Knevel was a God. We'd make ramps outa anything we could and see how far we could fly on our bikes. I own several State, National and World's Records and have the X-Rays to prove it.

Our town had a huge forest at one end we called The Ponderosa. Many strategic campaigns were waged in those woods with dirt clods, sticks, BB guns, slingshots roman candles and bottle rockets. I don't recall any deaths or lawsuits.

"The Eagle has landed!", 'nuff said.

After about 1974 the world pretty much became "That 70's Show" and my memories are blurry.

DREDIOCK · « **Reply #25 on:** June 23, 2006, 06:55:27 PM »

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Originally posted by Hangtime
Playing '500' in the street. Kickball. Football. Baseball. playing Army with 'real' bb guns. Cowboys 'n Indians... with real bows and arrows. Bikes with playing cards in the spokes. I built a 'stingray' for $16.00 (delivered papers for the money) with a new bananna seat and 'sissybar', a tall gooseneck and added 6 bend pullback handlebars. The birth of the skateboard. The Chopper. Surfing.

What the hell happened?

MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!!

Yup yup yup
Done did all them things

And finding blobs of dried mud (dirt bombs) for hand grenades which later escelated to M80s and cherry bombs.

Building model ships and loading them up with fireworks. Taking them down toe the local creek, setting hem afire till the firworks blew the whole thing to smithereens

Plastic army men

Carboard refridgerator boxes made dandy forts.

Cowboys and Indians. I always liked beng the Indian. Sopmething about tieing the local girls up and tor...errrr buring them at the stake

BTW Born 1961

DREDIOCK · « **Reply #26 on:** June 23, 2006, 07:02:32 PM »

Hearing Mom call from Blocks away for you to come home.

I swear I could hear my mothers voice at least 4 blocks away Yelling
"Tommmmyyyyyyyyy"

Dinnertime was when the churchbells rang.
Churchbells always range at exactly 6:00

Pongo · « **Reply #27 on:** June 23, 2006, 08:51:52 PM »

1965.
yup.

Rash · « **Reply #28 on:** June 23, 2006, 08:52:24 PM »

Tang and space sticks...astronaught food

Jackal1 · « **Reply #29 on:** June 23, 2006, 09:25:51 PM »

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Originally posted by DREDIOCK
Plastic army men

Who here among us does not carry permanent scars from dripping, melting plastic after a heavy , fiery attack? (Usualy came in the form of a giant kitchen match.)