In the 70's I carried one of these through the High School twice a week, because the range was in the basement.
Posted on 08/15/2014 9:54:14 AM PDT by Drew68
In the 70's I carried one of these through the High School twice a week, because the range was in the basement.
The poor kid never learned.
Who cares? Where’s the blond?
Oh hell no. Riding in the pickup, standing in the bed with your hands on the roof, looking at the road ahead. We were real men when I was a boy...
The “unconventional” launching of Estes model rockets.
M-80’s shot from wrist rockets.
Good times, good times.
1967...should be long gone. No seatbelt including car trip to relocate from AL to ME when I was a toddler and then again from ME to CO when 7.
No helmet on bike. No helmet and knee pads on skateboard. No sunscreen ever. 2nd hand smoke from both parents all my years growing up. Unsecured firearms in the house. Walked to school by myself. Played with no supervision until dark.
Head turns into cartoon wolf:
“Awwooooooh!!”
Humida, humma.
*Drooool*
I remember when there were too many people, the kids got stuck in the bed of the pickup... on the highway!
Reference the two kids on bikes with the hot mom in hot pants and high heels....I assume they’re trying to get daddy to buy a damned bicycle.
We used to get up in the morning, eat breakfast, head out the door and not come home until dark. I can’t remember what we ate for lunch.
Suddenly I’m thirsty for some MILF.....I mean MILK.
Maybe they’re trying to sell camel toe cigarettes.
you know, I was going to post almost the EXACT same story skeeter. But I thought I would get the wrath of god for being so stupid.
A lady neighbor witnessed the “armed assault” and really gave it to us good which we deserved. But in our case, the kids we tried to shoot were destroying our fort.
We walked two miles to school and it was up hill both ways.
Our typical grade school lunch menu:
Monday: Lasagna
Tuesday: Hamburgers
Wednesday: Pizza
Thursday: Tacos
Friday: Salisbury steak (yuck)
wrist rockets were brutal. We tried hunting geese one fall using wrist rockets and lead fishing weights.
In 1959, I was 12. I lived in Hitchcock, Texas, a small town between Houston and Galveston. I would borrow my father’s 12 Gauge, double barrel, Fox shotgun, with his permission, and a paper bag of shells and ride with them, on my bike, to my cousin’s house about a mile away. The 1 mile trip was on the major road through town. We would then walk out into the rice patties and cow fields and shoot at whatever we could shoot at. We never even thought about damaging property or threatening anyone. On the way back home we would stop at the local store to buy a coke, with our guns. No one thought this to be unusual. Times have changed in my lifetime.
Metal bars.. Some protruding.. No, not dangerous at all. LOL
I knew that was coming
LOL. I was born in 1967 and should be dead too. I rode in the back of pick up trucks, got hit in the face with a line-drive baseball, went off the high dive (the one you had to walk up a ladder to dive off of) numerous times. Played with all manner of toys with sharp points.
I agree its important to let our kids take some degree of risk. A kid breaking his arm or leg, or getting into a fight at school, should not be the end of the world. It may even be good for them.
We called them “Monkey bars”
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