The fifties and sixties were indeed better times to grow up in.
“Looking back over the thread, fire and explosives seem to be a common denominator.
The fifties and sixties were indeed better times to grow up in.”
Indeed. I suspect stories told by today’s youth might be something like “we we’re playing XBox when my buddy pulled out some weed. We all smoked it and mom and dad never knew we were playing Xbox high.”
I gave my dynamite story already and the fire story isn’t all that good.
I didn’t tell the:
Car wrecked or spin out stories…
The driving down campus stairways in a Cutlass convertible story…
The getting crushed by 1500 lbs of sheetrock story…
The jumping off the roof story…
The cutting torch story…
The six hundred and eighty-seven stories involving alcohol consumption stories…
I could go on, but let’s keep it to items beyond the statute of limitations, but see we do have more than fire and dynamite — we are the adults that were the kids our mothers warned us about.