Well at least there are still "Jorts"
Posted on 08/04/2026 7:49:37 AM PDT by BusterDog
Whenever I think back to my childhood, everything seems fairly joyful and innocent. And then, one day, my mother told me that I once got locked in a bathroom with a bucket full of water as a kid. That was scary, but thankfully, nothing happened.
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Ralph Kramden: “Alice you just GOT to give me that $10 dollars so I can go to the dance as “The Man From Space’’.
Alice Kramden:: “I’ll tell ya what I’ll do Ralph. I’ll give ya five dollars and you can go as “Billy The Kid!’’.
I remember the time when I pulled a plug part way out of the outlet and touched both of the metal prongs, just to see what would happen. I never did that again!
This is what I work with daily. Including dealing with the false memories programmed by therapists into their clients through bad therapy.
I developed a technique that identifies the approximate age the perceived trauma happened, the nature of the trauma, and who it happened with. It does this scientifically without the person saying one word, and evaluates perceptual programmed trauma events all the way back to conception.
A child in the womb cannot differentiate between the mother’s experiences and their own. If the parents fight, it destabilizes the child’s consciousness.
The most frequent early trauma is a child who was an unwanted pregnancy, by either parent of both. This creates a perceptual programming event where the child’s personality has an imprint that causes them to never feel good enough, no matter how successful they are in life.
Other common traumas happen during potty training where discipline causes the child to create guilt within themselves, causing a reversal in their emotional subconscious reward-punishment system. They become positively stimulated by punishments and negatively stimulated by praise. They feel the punishment is deserved as it temporarily decreases their perceived guilt.
This also happens when a child blames themselves for a parent’s divorce. This is very common.
Self blame (even though unwarranted) is also the precursor for auto immune diseases such as MS.
I knew America was doomed when the CPSC banned "Jarts". Bloody lawyers ...
The Roman legions called them "plumbata" and threw them at the enemy.
We civilized them, called them "jarts", and played a game with them. And we knew to treat them with a bit of respect.
Was the bucket full of water actually the toilet?
Well at least there are still "Jorts"
Thanks. Great stuff. Taught you to be quick on your feet, HEADS UP!
That’s nothing. As a boy I enjoyed Diet Pepsi sweetened with cyclamates. Never got cancer, though admittedly I kept my consumption under the 800 or so cans equivalent per day threshold they used to induce cancer in mice in testing
I hear you FRiend. Things like “Dodgeball’’ and “Lawn Darts’’ taught you to be fast on your feet, heads up! Eyes on the ball and all that.
What kind of an “adult” are you to think that Normal does not include dangerous? A child?
You still haven’t grown up, apparently.
When I was about 10, I got a real lasso once for Christmas.
Tied the end to the saddle horn. Mistake #1.
Then at a gallop threw the loop at a fence post.
Actually found my mark. In my excitement I forgot to pull up. Mistake #2.
It did not end well.
As it was summer I had no shirt on so I sneaked in to put one on to hide the hoof mark on my chest.
Later, my mom asked me why I was wearing a shirt. I remember the awkward moment but don’t remember my reply.
One factoid, 5 gallon buckets are big killers of kids, they fall into the liquid head first and and drown.
“CPSC knows of at least 67 drowning deaths in buckets during the years 1985-1987, mostly to young children 8 - 12 months old”
“In 17 of the 67 death reports for the period 1985 - 1987 available to the Commission, the size of the bucket was reported. All of these were reported to be five-gallon buckets or containers.”
The “Bag o’glass” and the “Happy Fun Ball” weren’t too far from reality LOL.
We played cowboys and Indians with BB guns.
Hahah, when I was three years old (and I remember this vividly) I managed to lock myself in the bathroom and couldn’t get out...the old skeleton key was in the bathroom with me.
My mother was on the other side of the door, saying patiently over and over again...”Can you see the key. Do you know what the key is? Do you see it? Put it in the hole and turn it...”
It was just too far beyond my three year old capability! I blubbered on the other side of the door “I can’t find it!”
Finally my mother had to call the fire department (My dad was at sea in the Navy) and they came up with a ladder, and I remember the firefighter sticking his head in the window and grinning at me!
I don’t remember what happened after that, but I presume he climbed in the bathroom window and opened the door from the inside with the key that my mom told me was on top of the toilet!
How I miss the 70s.
When we lived in Venezuela we used to leave the tap on so when the water started running we could hear it and react. You filled all the buckets, started the washer and jumped in the shower. You could have running water for just a few minutes or you may have it for an hour or two.
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