My cousin and I on my grandpa's farm did a lot of unsafe (to today's standards) stuff. Late 70's to the late 80's.
Lets see we did; Roman candle tennis, Bats in the barn tennis, bottle rocket Army games, fishing with M80's, Back Cat realistic army men play time, ditch'm the mean rooster, made a race course for our BMX bikes and several jumps across irrigation ditches, BB guns were the greatest and we had so many fun shooting sessions.
Out of everything we did other than a minor BB ricochet to my cousins forehead and the typical cuts, bruises, not a broken bone in our bodies that I can remember !!!
My wife blatantly calls many of the kids & teens today, the slang word for kitty cat. I agree, kind of sad. Whats the word used "coddled", definitely explains the kids today.
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I was born in 79 and still did all that stuff. You know sometimes I miss those days, who wouldn't want a summer off with no responsibilities except for maybe mowing some lawns to earn mall money.
No doubt...I look at today's environment and just shake my head.
I align with Chad above "it's that [our] generation[s] that raised this one..." How did we, that lived through a real childhood, allow ourselves to morph into "this phuck-fest" we have today? [<-- rhetorical, not looking for any answers] but I blame "us" for allowing this to happen.
Great memories! So true! I'm a child of the 60's and did all those things and more! Who remembers the thrill of riding your bike on a freshly graveled (they called it 'paved') road and seeing who's the first to wipe out? You pick gravel out of your knees for weeks...
Times have indeed changed, but who do we really have to thank for it?
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Yep, that's how life was back then for sure. But some of the mischief I was involved with and never got caught.....oh my. Things I wouldn't be alive to tell about now.
Thanks for the post Leif, Brings back a crap load of memories. Born on date "71".
Most memorable ones were when I would ride alone with my mom in the car. I'd be standing up in the front seat, and my mom would put her arm across me when she hit the brakes. Really!! that was safe.
There were 4 of us kids, I was the youngest. When there was no more room in the back seat, I rode in the back window of our LTD. I freakin' loved it. Not only did I get to pick on my sisters, I was a human missle!![]()
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Never wore helmets on Bicycles,,even while playing "chcken" or jumping our ramps.
Tying the "little red wagon" to go carts was fun too.
BB gun wars,,,yhea![]()