Posted on 08/14/2010 12:35:16 PM PDT by JoeProBono
"Today, while driving during a snowstorm, I thought about a dangerous thing we used to do as kids. We called it "skitching". When it was very snowy out, we would wait for a car to drive by and grab the bumper and let the car pull us through the snow. This was without a sled or anything, just our bodies. You might start out on your feet but would usually end up laying down, holding onto the bumper for dear life. The one who held on longest "won".
I don't think this is possible today, because cars don't have the same types of bumpers and it would be harder to grab one. Also, they seem to plow every two minutes, so there is very little snow on the road, compared to my childhood.
Other things we did: One of us would tie a rope to the back of his/her bike and the other one would hold the end of the rope and be towed along on either a skateboard or roller skates.
I would climb to the very top of the tallest tree I could find and sit at the top while it swayed in the wind.
I would skateboard down the steepest hill I could find and stop by crashing into a bush or something.
Helmets? Knee and elbow-pads? Those didn't exist in the 1970s. It would never have crossed our minds to wear those.
When I was a teenager, my dangerous ways continued:
I would ride on the backs of motorcyles driven by older/drunk/stoned guys and we didn't wear helmets.
We'd stuff about 30 kids in the back of a pick-up truck and ride out into the woods for a party.
I'd stay out all night partying with older guys.
I tried pretty much every drug that was available in those days.
Amazingly, I never broke a bone, OD'd, or got raped.
Those were the days."
We used to skate on thin ice. Nowadays I walk slowly trying to keep my balance.
Oh' yes. Did that as well.
Told my 18 year we used to do that and he said "Well that explains a lot"
The stuff I did as a kid explains a ton. It explains a lot of the health issues that I am beginning to see in myself. I still have the white rings work their way through my finger and toe nails occasionally. I think it also explains some of the neurological issues that my kids have experienced.
We used to sleigh ride down the big hill in the cemetary. Between headstones.
I had 4 older brothers! The one just older than me was my usual “target” - the girls could usually do no wrong!
only the fireworks allowed - I had cousins who could play with cherry bombs!
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