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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: FiLtH on April 25, 2008, 09:53:31 AM
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Reading the Roast Beef post reminded me of a conversation I had the other day with my wife. Back when I was 6 or 7 years old my town was still very small. Everyone knew eachother. Usually once a week my mother would have to do some errands and we'd stop at a little gas station/store...before they were called convenience(sp) stores.
I would go inside while she put gas in the car. An old guy named Walter worked there, she'd say "Walter, Im going to run a few errands, and tell me to be good, and I'd goto the comic book rack. Right beside it was the ice cream freezer. A big old one that would put off alot of heat, and whirred a bit loud. There was a little
spot Id squeeze into between the freezer and the comic rack and Id eat eat cream and read SGt Rock, and the spooky ones, can't remember the name of it now, kinda like creepshow. Id probably be there an hour or so
then my mom would come back, tally up the stuff I ate...USUALLY buy a couple comics I read (usually read more than I bought) and say seeya to Walter.
Can you imagine in todays world, dropping your kid off at a 7-11 and trusting the person to keep an eye on your son while you did errands? Im so glad I grew up when I did.
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Playing with all the jap kids in the neighborhood whos parents hardly spoke english.. we didn't realize they had been in internment camps.. didn't think that not that long ago.. the parents who were now friendly were shooting at people just like em. Everyone got along in that almost rural neighborhood in what used to be los angles.
we would ride out bikes or walk to the farmers resevoir while carrying our rifles or shotguns or even a 22 pistol strapped on our hip and the cops would drive by and maybe slow and stop and say "you aren't carrying those guns loaded are you?" we would tell him no and he would say be careful and have fun and drive off.
We would take our rifles to school to be taught by an NRA instructor..
We had boxing in school. If you weren't scared.. you weren't human.. but you didn't show it. somehow.. not showing all your fears and such was a good thing.. probly still is to a great extent.
unraveling the mysteries of girls and booze..
great times.
course, here in the states at least.. all times are great times.. depends what we make of em.
lazs
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LoL. My dad used to send me down the street to the 7-11 with money to get him a pack of smokes. I could keep the change to get me a slurpee and candy.
Can you imagine an 8 yr old trying to buy a pack of smokes today. There'd be ATF swat teams, black helicopters, mass hystaria! :huh :huh :huh
Wab
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Personally, I think the 1960's so called "revolution" changed America, in a negative way. I think the "Peace, love and dope" generation has screwed up America, and we're in the mess we are today socially because of it. There were very few "good things" that came out of this generation, like Civil Rights, but I can't think of many more than that.
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I grew up in the big city. But in many ways it was like a small town. My mom used to send me to the corner store to buy smokes and all it took was a note written by her, "we used the same note time after time". We had a drive in theatre nearby, a lot of mom and pop stores on the strip, and very little trouble. We used to leave our doors unlocked. What really changed things was a guy names Richard Speck hacking up a bunch of nurses in 1966 and the riots of '68.
My old man always had guns around the house. He raised me as a shooter and hunter, most of all a bowhunter. It never occurred to me to mess with them cause A, he would take me shooting anytime, and B, I'd catch the belt so bad for it I wouldnt be able to sit for a week. Putting the strap to your kids rear end when he did wrong was a simple, ingenious, and effective technique. I went to a Catholic school and the nuns would beat you bloody if you were a trouble maker or back sassed your elders.
And we fist fought. We fist fought all the time. Nobody every got kicked out of school for it. Even if someone picked on a kid smaller then they were an older kid would probably smack the snot out of them. Hitting a girl never even occurred to you cause if you did the Devil would grab you by the ankles and drag you down to hell. :uhoh
We played organized football, basketball, baseball, softball, volleyball, hockey, and I boxed. Sunday was the big TV day, and about the only one. Wild Kingdom and Walt Disney came on Sunday.
Boy...times have really changed haven't they?
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Grew up in a town of 200 people. Ride my bike down the street or run around town and not have to worry about child molesters. Being spanked by my neighbor for stealing apples. :lol Could you imagine him doing that to a kid today? All my mom and dad said was that i got of lightly. :lol
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I grew up on a 160 acre "hobby" farm (Dad worked it on the week-ends, and us kids worked it 7 days a week!) The nearest neighbor was a 1/2 mile away. We rode our bikes everywhere with no worries. (Fond memories of a convenience store 5 miles away just as the one Filth speaks of...a dollar would get you a full brown bag of goodies!)
During Halloween, our "neighbors" used to all bake their treats for the kids.
Dad used to let me take the Ford Tractor (identical to this one (http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/1662/ford/ford1.jpg) ) down to the "4 corners" over a mile away pulling a trailer full of freshly picked sweet corn. I'd sell it (alone at that corner) for 3 dozen a dollar. That used to be my cash cow in the August timeframe. I started driving that tractor alone, on a public road, at age 10. The sheriffs didn't care, every farm kid drove tractors then...
We had 21 guns just leaning in a closet at home, ammo on a shelf above...since I can remember walking. Dad taught us about gun safety and had us clean the guns starting at about age 5 or 6. They were never a "mystery" to us, and we knew we'd get spanked if we took them out without his permission, so we never did! What a concept! :)
Picture below is of our old barn I'd play in as a kid. We had hay bales going to the roof, and used to make hay forts. There is a small window at the top of that barn that I jumped out of with a home made parachute made from sheets and twine, onto stacked hay below and dam near killed myself. :O
Oh how I miss this place. Dad still lives on 40 acres in a new house on the old farm, but sold this barn and the house along with a 2nd house and 120 acres. Life was simple back then. Shooting .22's from the porch, riding horses, driving the tractors, snomobiling anytime we wanted to in the late 60's.....
(http://pic4.picturetrail.com/VOL767/2726312/8668097/314720121.jpg)
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I grew up in Altus OK. I was 4 years old when we moved there from California in 1976. I left for good when I joined the Coast Guard in 1992.
Great place to be a kid during that time. I would ride my bike all over town, and never have to worry about anything. My friends and I would ride out to the AFB on Friday afternoons and go see my dad out at his squadron. If he wasn't busy he would take us out on the flight line and give us tours of the C-5's. Sometimes we got to go into the flight sims and play around.
My best friend Steve, his dad was the deputy sheriff. The crew I ran around with, we knew all the police officers in town by name, and they new us and our parents. We would go out and do stupid stuff and the cops would let us off with a warning.
The City Resevoir was a mile from my house, so we spent allot of time sitting on the bank fishing for perch and blue gill. The local BMX track was on the south side of town and I lived there from 6th grade until I was a junior in high school.
Friday nights for the 13-16 crowd was the skating rink from 7PM-12PM
BB gun wars with the only pump the gun twice rule. I used a red rider lever action because it had a higher rate of fire :aok
Going camping with my friends in high school for the weekend. Getting someones older brother to buy us a couple of cases of beer.
$5 in gas would let me cruise all weekend in my truck.
Having a shotgun hanging in the back window of my truck in the high school parking lot was no big thing, everyone had one.
Getting into a fight was just that, a fight. We used our fists, the winner won, and the losser lost. Everyone knew it, and a couple of days later it was ancient history.
Those were the days. Kids today have no idea how much they are missing out on.
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ahh the 1 pump rule..
suprised non eof lost an eye..lolol
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It's amazing how close we all had it. Rip's parachute story was HILARIOUS!
It was nothing to ride your bike 3 miles to the "penny candy store" with a few quarters in your pocket and come home with a bag full of kiddie crack. Remember "The Monkees" trading cards and banana flavored gum? How about "Green Berets" trading cards & gum?
I do remember when gas was 29.9 cents a gallon.
Did anyone else have the "Man From UNCLE" sharpshooter rifle?
ROX
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Ain't "progress" grand.
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these stories sound great!!
but mine is sooooooooo different
i grew up in a small city, by time i was 11 i was in juvenile jail for runaway, i guess i didn't like my dad punching me in the face,
or putting me in the corner on my knees with rice or corn on floor, holding books out, or paint cans in out stretched arms, dropping them got me the punch
i stayed there (except for being AWOL a couple times) until i was 17 from there i went to prison, i got out at 22,
if you can even imagine the hatred i had in my heart, no most probably never will be able to.
so no i guess i don't have the good 'ol days
but God is making up for it!!! with a wife of 15 years, 6 beautiful, healthy, smart, kids!!
my life now, will be the Good ;ol days when im old.
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hell.. I had a good home life but I still left when I was 17.. didn't even see the inside of a jail till later and then never more than 3 days at a time or so...
Knew a few abused kids growing up... my cousins for one.. there was still good times.
lazs
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After dealing with my local village to get permiting for some work at the house and being completely frustrated by the rules regulations and nit picking fee's I had this strange thought on the way home.
I imagined that I was sitting on a hill watching a train go by and thinking "The next thing you know their going to put a town there."
My ma's uncles and grandfather were all mule skinners and horse breakers in Colorado in the late 1800's early 1900's I wonder if they ever had the same thoughts.
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BB gun wars with the only pump the gun twice rule. I used a red rider lever action because it had a higher rate of fire :aok
Going camping with my friends in high school for the weekend. Getting someones older brother to buy us a couple of cases of beer.
$5 in gas would let me cruise all weekend in my truck.
Having a shotgun hanging in the back window of my truck in the high school parking lot was no big thing, everyone had one.
Getting into a fight was just that, a fight. We used our fists, the winner won, and the losser lost. Everyone knew it, and a couple of days later it was ancient history.
Those were the days. Kids today have no idea how much they are missing out on.
That brought back some memories. That "two pump" rule always seemed to go out the window rather quikly. :mad:
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My Mom was a teacher at the grade school I attended. She would always walk over a little slower to break it up when I got into a schoolyard fight. She would explain later that she just "wanted me to get in a few good ones". That would be scandalous today.
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It's amazing how close we all had it. Rip's parachute story was HILARIOUS!
It was nothing to ride your bike 3 miles to the "penny candy store" with a few quarters in your pocket and come home with a bag full of kiddie crack. Remember "The Monkees" trading cards and banana flavored gum? How about "Green Berets" trading cards & gum?
I do remember when gas was 29.9 cents a gallon.
Did anyone else have the "Man From UNCLE" sharpshooter rifle?
ROX
Nope but I had a Johnny Eagle safari rifle that shot real plastic bullets. http://users.rcn.com/ed.ma.ultranet/dr3.jpeg I stalked many a Buffalo and Lion with that thing. And I promised myself as a kid I'd go on an African safari. So far Ive been there 3 times and hope to make 1 or 2 more before I croak.
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My Mom was a teacher at the grade school I attended. She would always walk over a little slower to break it up when I got into a schoolyard fight. She would explain later that she just "wanted me to get in a few good ones". That would be scandalous today.
I'm thinking you always got your butt handed to you back then, otherwise you'd be a republican today.....
j/k.. :)
My mom was the Guidance Counselors secretary! I couldn't get away with anything until she quick her job and got divorced from my dad! Then it was drugs, sex and rock-n-roll baby! Until I pullled my head out 2 years later. :D
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I'm thinking you always got your butt handed to you back then, otherwise you'd be a republican today.....
You think about my butt way too much.
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Picture below is of our old barn I'd play in as a kid. We had hay bales going to the roof, and used to make hay forts.
Hehe. Hay forts when the hay got fed down to a workable level was a way of life for us.
One fort on one side of the barn. Another on the opposite side. Add a bucket of scavenged tennis balls.........and it was ON. :)
Dirt roads are one of my favorite memories from back in the day.
You could hit the dirt and not be bothered.
Shotguns and rifles could be brought to school and were on an every day basis.
I redid quite a few stocks and did some bluing in the Ag shop.
I can see that happening now. Holy Moly..call in the Ninjas.
Yaknow a lot of things were pretty good back then...........then we fixed them.
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What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.
People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.
Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive by shootings.
Our values were better when our roads were worse!
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust your windshield with rocks.
Dirt Roads taught patience.
Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk you walked to the barn for your milk.
For your mail, you walked to the mail box.
What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.
At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out.
Usually you got a dollar...always you got a new friend...at the end of a Dirt Road!
~Paul Harvey~
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Well there is hope for the Detroit area, a large percentage of our roads are reverting to dirt.
shamus
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Well there is hope for the Detroit area, a large percentage of our roads are reverting to dirt.
shamus
:lol
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Was I the only one here who assumed that a Batman cape enabled me to leap off the porch unscathed?
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That brought back some memories. That "two pump" rule always seemed to go out the window rather quikly. :mad:
Same here. Someone would sneak in an extra pump or 2. Little BB-sized blood blisters were the result. :lol
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One of my buddies growing up (Scott) got hit in the ankle one time and the BB lodged just under the skin. We were all freaking out because if our parents found out all of us would have gotten a beating. My other friend Steve had an idea that if we got a big enough magnet and held it over the BB it would come out the same hole it went into. SCORE!!!!!! Dad had a big magnet stuck to the side of his toolbox in the garage, so we all head over to my house. So there we are, six kids in the garage, one bleeding, the rest holding him down while Steve and I try to get this dang BB out of Scotts leg. Took a couple of minutes but damned if it didn't work. About the time we got a band aid on the hole my mom pulled into the drive way coming home from work. She was an ER nurse :uhoh When she saw the blood she started asking questions about what happened. We told her Scott cut his ankle while we were riding our bikes. I don't think she totally belived us, but she probably figured correctly that she really didn't want to know the truth either. :lol
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Liberalism destroyed this country. If your 40yo or older you probably remember a more God Fearing country where people respected the Laws and others. If there was a fire in my neighborhood, be it 0400 in the middle of January, all the fathers would be out on the street helping the firemen with their hoses.
Back then folks stayed married, raised their kids, and society didn't enable every dirtbag with an exuse. If you fought the cops back then the cops would give the bad guy a beat down, the judge would throw away the key, and the neighborhood would clap. It never even occurred to people back then to blame the gun and not the career criminal who just robbed the liquor store with it. Such a concept didnt even exist.
Newspapers reported the news instead of creating it out of fear they will lose money. People thought on their own, acted in a way they felt was right, and couldnt care less if the herd was running the other way. Soldiers weren't spit on they were thanked and given preference for jobs. Teachers weren't afraid of their classes like they are today. Folks coached sports, volunteered at their churches, watched out for every ones kids, knew their neighbors, and were just plain to proud to beg for handouts. If someone was on welfare they got off it quickly, after spending 10 hours a day looking for a job.
It was a Hell of a country at one time.
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Was I the only one here who assumed that a Batman cape enabled me to leap off the porch unscathed?
Had a friend when I was real young who saved up his cereal box lids to send in for a Superman cape.
He got it, tried it out......spent the summer with his leg in a cast. :)
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Had a friend when I was real young who saved up his cereal box lids to send in for a Superman cape.
He got it, tried it out......spent the summer with his leg in a cast. :)
And we call the youth of today dumb :lol
shamus
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My first plane ride was in a DC-6. My first GA plane ride was in my dads' Tri-Pacer. I remember seeing my first 747, a Pan Am, wow was I impressed. I Remember the first time I saw the Concorde, I was disapointed that it was so small.
I grew up in both big cities, and small towns. The late sixties were spent in TX. Houston and Fort Worth. The early seventies were spent in Las Vegas NV. The mid seventies were spent in Tehran Iran. The late seventies back to LV. Then the eighties in Redding CA. That's way NorCal for those that don't know.
I remember having BB gun fights, in particular I remember my best friend Mike, shooting me in the hand cocking his BB gun and shooting nothing but air (his gun was empty) him turning to run and me hitting him four times before he got out of range.
I remember having to be home when the street lights came on, and I remember playing hide and seek and the police chopper (Hughes 300) spotlighting us out in front of my house and me hiding under a car.
I remember riding my bike every where, and no one worried. I remember my mom making me go back down to the small mom and pop convenience store and apologize because I stole a piece of penny bubble gum.(probably why I don't steal)
I remember buying cigarettes with a note from my mom, but they were really for me. I also remember having a smoking area in my high school.
Gas was sixty nine cents a gallon when I first started driving. I remember going to the drive-in when they charged by the person, and hiding in the trunk. I remember making out at the drive-in in the back of my pickup.
I remember a simpler time when the world moved more slowly.
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Those comic books I read were 5 cents. I remember when they went to 10 cents thinking what a ripoff it was.
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LoL. My dad used to send me down the street to the 7-11 with money to get him a pack of smokes. I could keep the change to get me a slurpee and candy.
Can you imagine an 8 yr old trying to buy a pack of smokes today. There'd be ATF swat teams, black helicopters, mass hystaria! :huh :huh :huh
Wab
Yup same here.
Went to a place called "Pops"
Smokes were less then $.50 a pack
I remember that if he gave me $.75
I could get a pack of baseball cards for like 10 cents
A soda and a pack of ringdings
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Was I the only one here who assumed that a Batman cape enabled me to leap off the porch unscathed?
considering we all knew Batman couldnt fly...probably.
A superman cape on the other hand .LOL
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I remember one cold winter day my buddy Jimmy and I were playing soldier in the woods by a creek. It was just the two of us so the enemy was wherever we imagined them to be.
Anyway. we were making our way over some small hills overlooking this creek in retreat from a massive enemy advance when suddenly Jimmy slipped on the snow that had turned to ice,fell on his back .And went sliding sideways down down the hill and into the creek.
One of the funniest sights I've ever seen. I can still see the expression on his face like it was yesterday
I LMAO'd but that effectively ended the days activities.
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What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.
People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.
Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive by shootings.
Our values were better when our roads were worse!
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust your windshield with rocks.
Dirt Roads taught patience.
Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk you walked to the barn for your milk.
For your mail, you walked to the mail box.
What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.
At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out.
Usually you got a dollar...always you got a new friend...at the end of a Dirt Road!
~Paul Harvey~
thats deep
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A lot of those stories are very similar to my experiences here in Ireland. I grew up in a suburb of Dublin in which the front of the house faced the city and the rear the country. Virtually ideal. Not many of us had BB guns though, we called them 'pellet guns'. We were poorer than you rich Yanks :lol We just used slingshots and had stone battles with neighbouring streets or areas. I remember being besieged in our garden by the enemy. This was no game either, it was genuine hostility. Another time, we fought a running battle with another neighbourhood at a major road junction, our street differences forgotten in a major confrontation with the next parish. Imagine how that would look nowdays.
Gun were not uncommon either. I remember seeing a couple of young lads walking down the street heading off to shoot rabbits with their rifles casually slung on their shoulders. Try that now and you'll feature heavily on the six o'clock news. I remember finding a live shotgun cartridge once and throwing it on a fire to see what happens :O
As a ten year old, I led teams of youngers children into the city, then onto the train to the seaside. Imagine how you would react now if a seven year odl went away all day with a group of other kids with a maximun age of ten. What were our parents thinking? Even then, it really wasn't that safe in the city. Equally we would hike out into the countryside, climbing into the Wicklow hills to visit places like the 'Hellfire Club' which has a scary story surrounding it. Adult supervision? Don't make me laugh. Even when I joined a first aid auxiliary our team leader for our outings to far flung parts was a sixteen year old.
Different times certainly. I read recently that some overprotective parents actually want their kids 'chipped' so they can track them at all times.
I don't think we should get too carried away with the 'good old days' mentality. Things were not that idyllic, not in cities anyway. Bad things happened but I suppose there was more tolerance of it back then.
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never had BB gun fights, but around the 4th of July we kids used to buy contraband pop bottle rockets and used old pieces of pipe as bazookas to fire the rockets at each other...used garbage can lids as shields...was a ton of fun... :rofl
gotta admit, though...I never let my own kids do the same thing, but their own stories have emerged as time goes by... :lol
Joker