The list neglects the practice of becoming blood brothers.
We weren’t allowed to play on the res.
HAHAHAHA!!! That's right! Thank you for making me laugh this morning. :-)
when I was a 7 year old kid, I foolishly tried to become blood brothers with a big orange tom cat. Well, he of course went crazy and started screaming and scratching at me. Worst thing was I couldn’t escape because my hand was tightly tied to his paw, so I just screamed and spun in circles while this crazy tom cat tied to my hand continued to howl, bite and claw.
The Boy Scouts offer that now on their camping trips, although the method is very different.
And riding in the car while laying across the back shelf of the car under the back window.
we played in the crik that was basically below the dump and caught minnows...no body has died from that exp...
we stayed thin because we were up early and played outdoors all day unless we had work to do....at supper, we 6 kids would eat several ears of corn at a setting along with other stuff....we didn't get fat.....
I hate the times we live in now....but at least most of us got to grow up as children....
> The list neglects the practice of becoming blood brothers.
Yeah, it does.
Followed by the interrogation by your mother, “How did you cut yourself?”