Author Topic: More Wussification of the Kids of the United States (Read 1302 times)

lazs2 · « **Reply #60 on:** October 19, 2006, 02:24:35 PM »

kids naturaly rebel and don't fear death and.... love excietment..

I have hope that even without boxing or dodgeball that they will just laugh at their teachers.

maybe it will be this generation that makes the pendulumn swing the other way. Us kids born in the 50's and raised in the 60's weren't anything special rebel wise. It was just time for a change.

lazs

Red Tail 444 · « **Reply #61 on:** October 19, 2006, 03:31:48 PM »

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Originally posted by Hornet33
I remember rock fights, BB Gun wars, shingle fights (take dads carpenter knike and make throwing stars from asphalt shingles), Cinderblock and plywood bike ramps with no helmets in the street, wrist rocket sling shot fights, bottle rocket fights, skate boarding with a ski rope behind my buddy 3 wheeler again with no helmets.

Pretty stupid stuff and I have the scars to prove it, but man did I have fun growing up.

Red Tail I know what you mean by Roman total war on the playground.

HellI still have scars under both eyes fro rock fights. never took things personally, all part of the game. I was watching my boys this summer play in the yard with a real baseball and one of my bats they could hardly swing. (9 and 7), one of them reached for a fly ball, fell back, and smacked his head on the ground.

My younger boy ran over to him and asked how many fingers was he holding up, and proceeded to rapidly change the numbers of fingers he flashed in his big btrother's face. Funny stuff...they both started laughing and kept playing.

Wonder if I would have been sued for neglect for not calling 911...

Red Tail 444 · « **Reply #62 on:** October 19, 2006, 03:38:27 PM »

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Originally posted by Masherbrum
at least Smear the Queer isn't mentioned. Shane may still have a game to play.

speaking of Shane, which one of you had the sig "Shane likes powdered soap because it takes longer to pick up,"

I STILL laugh at that comment, Oh....man!

Lazs, it's not that kids fear death, it;s that they have no true concept for what death is, or pain, for that matter.

NATEDOG · « **Reply #63 on:** October 19, 2006, 04:07:55 PM »

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Originally posted by Hornet33
I remember rock fights, BB Gun wars, shingle fights (take dads carpenter knike and make throwing stars from asphalt shingles), Cinderblock and plywood bike ramps with no helmets in the street, wrist rocket sling shot fights, bottle rocket fights, skate boarding with a ski rope behind my buddy 3 wheeler again with no helmets.

Pretty stupid stuff and I have the scars to prove it, but man did I have fun growing up.

Red Tail I know what you mean by Roman total war on the playground.

dude, I'm not sure we weren't friends when we were little.... you just described a typical summer day for me as a kid. I got hit on the inner thigh in a bbgun fight..... WOW that stung! we would take the neighbors trash bags and line them up to the cinderblock/plywood ramp to see how many we could jump on our bikes.... and no of us had a 3 wheeler, but we would do the ski rope thing behind a bike.... good fun.. my friend had a trampoline right next to his house... we would do back flips off the roof onto it..
ah to be a kid again.... back in the 80s, before all the rules kicked in.

Shuckins · « **Reply #64 on:** October 19, 2006, 04:24:27 PM »

Don't forget the bottle-rocket wars.

Or punch-n bag. Bunch of guys tossed coins to see who had to stand in the middle of a circle of his peers, who were shoulder to shoulder. The poor sod had to stay in the circle until he turned quickly enough to catch/see someone punching him....then he switched places with the guy he caught. The taller guys with senior rings liked to hold their hands with the ringstones turned downward, above the heads of the shorter dudes and crack them on their knots.

Dang....that was fun!

Waffle · « **Reply #65 on:** October 19, 2006, 04:37:38 PM »

Had the creek wars with the older neighborhood kids who lived across the creek....

The full BB gun, sling shots, pellets guns. I had a .22 cal C02 powered pellet gun that looked like a .357... I just had to have that in my hand an those older salamanders would run...I felt like Dirty Harry. We used to dig out trenches near the creek bed, then steal, or borrow one of the old metal trash cans, stick it in the hole, then fill in around it. Get in, put the lid on, prop it open a bit...cover it with grass..lie and wait for those SOBS to cross the creek. Could snipe em all day.

Or course now, I cant' ever imagine being able to fit into trash can or climb through a 24" sewer drain...

But I got my revenge on the older neighborhood kids about 12 years later, when I started umm.... "hanging out" with their little sisters for a summer...lol!

EagleEyes · « **Reply #66 on:** October 19, 2006, 05:41:09 PM »

That a boy waffle!!

Hit em where it hurts,

mess around with the lil sisters!!! lmao......i love it!!