Posted on 07/28/2025 7:08:27 AM PDT by Red Badger
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I broke my arm 4 times (R 3x, L 1x) in 2nd grade alone... was a great year of my life.
Great point! This reminds me of a story.
When my oldest was about 2 years old, he came up to me in the carport where our laundry room was. He said, “look, mommy, a bird!”
I turned around to see him holding a dead Cardinal in his little hands.
The next words out of my mouth? “Drop that thing! Drop that thing now!”
“But mommy, it’s so pretty!”
However he did as a said as I went towards him. He probably thought I would spank him, but I scooped him up, hugged him, and we went inside the house right away to wash his little hands.
After things settled down, I found a shovel and my son watched as I buried the very pretty but very dead bird.
>> He probably thought I would spank him, but I scooped him up, hugged him, and we went inside the house right away to wash his little hands.
Precious memory! (Does your son remember too? Hope so!)
I like your home page, by the way.
FRegards & Blessings
He vaguely remembers it. He was pretty little.
Thx!
Another great thread, badger.
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LOL!
I had my share of cuts, scrapes and bruises, but thankfully no broken bones!..............
We had a severe thunderstorm once time and it blew down huge trees all over our small town.
One huge old oak tree straddled a creek east of town.
It didn’t take long for the neighborhood kids to find it and start climbing all over it, including me at about 11 years old.
I remember climbing on it, the limbs all going vertical instead of horizontal, and at some point I slipped and fell.
I don’t remember the falling part but I do remember the waking up part!
I was laying flat of my back looking up through the tree limbs at all my friends staring down at me with their eyes mouths wide open in surprise and disbelief.
Luckily I missed hitting any part of the tree and landed in a muddy section of the creek and that was enough to cushion my fall and save me from any injury, thank the Lord!.
I almost got accused of arson when I was a kid.
I had discovered that if you break all the stuff off of sparklers and put it all in a pile, it would make a great flare.
So, in social studies class, we learned about the volcano in Mexico, Popocatépetl, and as a class project, I decided to make a volcano out of clay. It had a crater at the top where I could put sparkler material, and when it was lit, it made an impressive display. I used a birthday cake candle to start it going.
I brought it to school on the appropriate day along with a small container of fuel. The teacher took custody of the container and to my surprise, they allowed me to demonstrate it to the class.
With the principal observing from the back of the room, I lit the thing, and it was a huge hit with the class. Of course, my project got an “A”.
That’s when it got weird. Not long after, a fire broke out in that very classroom.
My volcano was blamed, but the teacher assured the authorities that the volcano had gone home with me, and there was no remaining fuel around.
It turns out that one particular “student” was a known trouble maker, and was blamed for the fire, though there never was an arrest.
Last I heard of him he was in jail for rape, with a long history of criminal acts. Yogi would understand.
The little girls wanted to play Barbies. The little boy wanted to play with them, but he wanted his dinosaurs to eat the Barbies.
Fireworks and kids should be illegal. I did my share of stuff with them that would get people arrested today!................
At the time, sparklers WERE illegal in that particular state!
My dad thought every boy should have a pocket knife, so when my older son was about 9 or 10, he gave him a small one; my son was thrilled. One day, I found him sitting on the couch, using his knife to cut into some thin cardboard. Unfortunately, he was using the couch as a backstop; he had cut about a dozen slits in the cushion. It was an ugly couch, and I just flipped the cushion over but I think his father confiscated the knife.
Every Christmas, in Mississippi at least, packs of firecrackers and sparklers were standard stocking stuffers.............
LOL, I had one that took everything apart starting when he could barely walk, he wanted to see how things worked - anything was fair game...
He’s now a Senior Software Engineer.
In NJ, everything fun was illegal.
I remember talking to some of my buddies in the Marine Corps from other states back in the 70’s and they were amazed that we got fireworks for Christmas!. I guess every state is different!....................
I call it the “People’s Democratic Republic of New Jersey”.
Fuhgeddaboudit..................
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