Thanks a fool in paradise. Those kids clearly never saw the beginning of the first X-Files movie. ;^)
Posted on 04/03/2018 2:40:33 PM PDT by Reagan80
Three boys made a historic discovery in Mississippi after they dug up an intact mastodon fossil while playing in their backyard. The Ice Age-era beast went extinct about 11,000 years ago.
(Excerpt) Read more at msn.com ...
I love the ending to the movie, Stand By Me....
I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Does anyone?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TW-tcUYwQnc
Meh. Some Wisconsin kids dug one up in the 1800’s!
https://onwisconsin.uwalumni.com/features/the-mysterious-mastodon/
(But, still. A great find whenever anyone finds one!)
That was before Islamic Terrorists, Illegal Alien Rapists, and Homosexual Predators were unleashed upon our nation by liberals.
In the 1950 we kids had 10 million acres of Public Land to roam on in the oil and gas camps of northern New Mexico and Utah, till one day our moms noticed all the boys had disappeared from the camp.
So they hunted us down and forced us to stay in the camps. They were all afraid a mountain lion or bob cat had dragged us off. Bummer. The most FREE time in my life, at 9 years old.
I can’t get it to load. Where in Mississippi? If it gets out scavengers will be digging up their yard. If the feds don’t take it over.
Anyone put a value on it?
when a mattel, mr peabody, chemistry set would provide adequate solutions for a well aimed squirt gun to fend off attacking dogs..ahhh yes
Thanks a fool in paradise. Those kids clearly never saw the beginning of the first X-Files movie. ;^)
My friend and I would roam for miles. My mother had a large bell that could be heard for great distances.
My friend’s mother had Jack. When she wanted him to come home, she would let jack lose. When Jack showed up it was time to head home. Jack was a black and white border collie
LOL, my son and his friends would roam all over the woods all day. My voice is soft and does not carry, however, he always had his dog with him. The dog could hear me whistle and would head the kids home.
Young teen in Central Utah in the 50s: Alone with a .22 in the foothills for hours on end. Free-range, barefoot, swimming in the canal, walking 8 miles to look at boys from a different town, then thumbing a ride home. Dances at the band shells on the lake.
In the late 1940’s I would be out all day til dark playing tag, hide and seek, and wild ponies with the other girls in the neighborhood. There were 20 acres and an ice pond we would use some times. Also battles holding tin garbage can lids and throwing driveway gravel. The most fun game was “let’s throw rocks at the boys across the brook and get them to chase us.” I never got caught and when I complained, one of the other girls said, “run slower.” I figured if they weren’t good enough to catch me I didn’t want them.
Sunken Civ, please post book by Firestone et al to answer marktwain’s question.
I married a man from the middle west. When he was about 10 late in the Depression he took his rifle and hunted for small game. In the summer he and the other boys would go down river and camp all summer. Parents would visit and bring food. When our boys were teens he bought them a pound of black powder. Older son would make pipe bombs and set them off in the forest park near our urban home. He was in ROTC and one night he was putting on his camo makeup and clothes. He and friends were going to camp overnight in the park. When I pointed out that was illegal, he said the point was not to get caught. I sighed, thinking, “at least he isn’t doing drugs.” He has now finished more than 20 years in Special Forces. Once as a teen my younger son went to a distant party on a summer Friday. Saturday he called to say he couldn’t get a ride back. He kept calling daily to say why he wasn’t getting home yet. He was gone about a week. Years later he told me his friends and he had driven across country and back, but he didn’t want me to worry so phoned every day!
I grew up in suburbia, but still lots of green spaces to explore. My buddies and I would spend most summer days at a creek about 4 miles from our neighborhood. Bike down in the early morning and fish. Go up the hill to the corner store when it opened and buy some penny candy - I can still smell the roasted chicken they had turning on a spit in the front window, with a red glowing light on it.
Then head back down to the creek for more fishing. Then some sandwiches, then play around in the water, etc. My old man had grown up a few blocks from that creek, and had done similar.
“Except in my day we would go skinning dipping! And we used to hunt down there too. The first time I went I thought I would be really smart, and in order to get a quicker second shot in the double-barrel, I put both fingers in on both triggers. Of course when I pulled the first one, the second one went off at the same time! Knocked me over!! Although I was only 12 at the time.”
The most we did was BB guns down there, and once we were a bit older we traded in our fishing poles for archery to shoot the carp that had taken over the creek in later years.
But yeah - my old man doing stuff in 1930 that I was still doing in 1970. I’m sure lots of kids are still doing what there parents were doing in 1970 - but probably not in suburbia.
I really think that society is going to be greatly affected by so many people glued to their f-ing smart phones. There is a HUGE disconnect with the REAL world and REAL people right next to them. And more and more studies are showing the addiction and depression that they can manifest.
I concur. Love that movie.
On a Saturday morning at about 8 am some time in the ‘40s, I set off (alone) to go to the Sat. morning cartoons “downtown” about 5 miles away, picking a friend up along the way. We arrived, paid our admission and had a good time. Then, we found out from the other kids that if we just stayed in the theatre we could watch the matinee movie for free. So, we did. I got home around 5 pm.
I got a scolding, but nothing more. Mostly it was a lecture about how embarrassed my family would be if they had called the police only to find out that I hadn’t been kidnapped, nor gotten lost.
My friends and I would ride our bikes all over town and be gone for hours without anyone setting up an alarm.
Flood, Fire, and Famine
in the History of Civilization
by Richard Firestone,
Allen West, and
Simon Warwick-Smith
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.
