Our thing was bell bottoms, long hair and going out in public barefooted. When we grew up, we bought khakis, got a haircut and put our shoes back on.
There's no getting rid of tatts.
my dad jumped off his home’s roof and yelled “Shazam!” hoping he would turn into Captain Marvel. It didn’t work so he tried it again with an umbrella and broke his leg true story.
I don’t wanna reveal all the stupid things I did “when I was young.” I’m just supremely grateful that tattoos weren’t a part of my culture. (That, and injected bugs into our blood.)
I’m the youngest of six and the only Gen-X (the rest are Boomers). I spent a lot of time quietly watching older siblings participate in extremely stupid and self destructive acts.
Most of my acts of stupidity were preceded by impromptu risk-analysis.
I’ll never get past the barefoot stage. Can’t stand shoes. Have to feel the ground and balance with my toes. Get in the driver’s seat and shoes automatically fall off. Grandma was the same.
I can dig it, man. We also never had phone cameras back then so very little of it was captured in photos, especially the disco daze.. This tatt craze makes me hurl. That is a fad that can NEVER be erased.