What was your favorite?
Mine: teatherball, go cart, pogo stick, hopscotch, simon says
BIG WHEEL! Pop rocks...the empire strikes back and raiders of the lost ark!!! VANS! And the way a chicks ass looked in acid washed jeans...OMG! What happened to blue jeans?
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Excellent memories Cubby👍
I loved reading...spent whole days on Narnia, Watership Down, JRR Tolkien etc
Yeah...seems that just the girls played Hopscotch...us boys were playing 'war' with little green plastic army men in the weeds
Girls scared the hell out of me...they seemed like Aliens and i just couldnt deal with that lol!
I remember the electric football game...it vibrated insanely and the tiny figurines 'tackled' each other
Fun and very collectible now$...
Your parents did the right thing Cubby...kids need chores so they can start to learn the value of a dollar and real property...kudos to the folks!
Well put Amigo,as always
Thank you, Yonk.
You have good mems as well. I remember the BB guns. My mother kept taking mine away....then...
The old man had a shot gun in the bedroom. One night they were out for the Saturday evening and I got it my mind to shoot the damn thing. I pointed it out the side door and pulled the trigger. Kaboom!, Kaboom! I shot it twice. Then ran up the street with the empty shells and threw 'em in the storm drain.
Monday afternoon I was laying in my bed watching TV, minding my own business when the old man flashed by. He never moved fast like that. I thought "Oh, no." He smelled the barrel in the doorway of my room. Turns out the guy next door saw me and reported to the old man after he got home from work that Monday. He whistled the loops on his work pants and started whipping me. I made it to the side door and out with him in hot pursuit. He chased me up the street in broad daylight and wouldn't stop. I finally got around a car parked on the street where he couldn't catch me. He talked me into going home. "No, I won't hit you anymore, I promise."
Well, he lied. Got home and beat me again till my brother stepped in and told him "No more." The shot gun pellets hit the house in the back of us about a foot below the windows. I had to pull each one out, fill it in with spackling and then paint the entire back of the house. He helped me. I had to keep from arm's length though. He kept taking pot shots at me. Oh, man, was he pissed.
Then that Friday I had to collect my route. Every house I went to..."What happened, Cully, why was your father chasing you with his belt?" I had to tell the truth, that was part of the punishment. Though I made a lot in tips. They all felt sorry for me. "You poor thing, you, you should never do that again. Right?"
"Right, Mrs. Jansen."
"Here you go, sweetheart, an extra quarter."
Wow, great story!
Your Pop seems much like mine...a fine fellow
I grew up around boat loads of guns too
My entire family is all about the Iron and i caught that bug at a young age
My dad is an excellent gent and he ran the family operation like a boss...showed me all the pistols, shotguns and his rifle and told me he would NOT lock them up and i was honor bound not to touch them except in case of dire threat (he showed me the Ammo cache as well in case it was ever needed)
He made me practice loading, unloading, cleaning, pointer finger placement, safety lever on all of them, 'dont aim until you mean to destroy'...he was good with a piece!
Wild stuff man...and good to know other fellows had tough and fine dads too
Your dad sounds awesome
My dad took the opposite tact from your father...just left it out in the open next to his chest of drawers against the wall---no education, no practice sessions. Yet I knew not to touch it...and finally did so anyway. Your way was better.
BB Guns, BMX bikes and Baseball!!
I could shoot the lights out, broke my ass on most bike tricks and was simply hopeless at Baseball...possibly the worst 'athlete' in the neighborhood but damn did i have fun running those chalk baselines
Good times overall;)
You were NOT that bad at baseball.
You had you're moments.
I hear some of the old gang still talks about you.
Haha!!
I was really awful but thanks buddy
Oh im sure they ALL talk about me...
'Remember that asshole that was either striking out or chasing butterflies in the outfield all the time' 😂
LOL.
Not many baseball players appreciate butterflies.
That's a damn shame too.
True...butterflies are pretty awesome!
Thank God i was big or i would have gotten beaten up constantly lol😂
Yeah, it's always good to be big or very fast.
Real talk Amigo
shareI wasn't big just average.
But I was fast and quick.
I could scurry like a Ring tailed lemur.
I bet you could!
You have run circles around me during my time here and im pretty fast for a big Irish dude lol;)
And i also recall you kicked ass at base...Lord knows i tried!
Good for you man...i just outright stunk but loved it a lot
I figure I'd be able to chase the butterflies right to you.
You know, help out a bud and all that.
I wouldn't say kicked ass. Just ok but like you loved it a lot.
Still do.
Riding my blue Schwinn Hollywood (which I still have)
Shooting off caps - no cap gun needed - we used a hammer
Playing 1,2,3, Midnight
Hiding among the sumac bushes in the nearby vacant lots
Heading to the community outdoor swimming pool
Heading home when the streetlights came on
The six o'clock whistle (actually a siren) telling us it was dinnertime
Riding my bike through mud puddles. Walking over to the raildroad tracks and reading all the tags. They were always so colorful. Catching lightening bugs. Reading AR books and trying to get 150 pts in 9 weeks, can't remember the prize. Probably pizza. Daydreaming about kissing boys I liked at school.
Oh yes! Lightning bugs! And yes, we called them lightning bugs, not fireflies.
shareThey were so much fun to catch! My brother and I did that every night during the summer months.
shareThe only time I ever saw fire flies (lightening bugs) was when I was visiting a friend along a river in Alabama.
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The Ice Cream Man, twice a day, "Mr. Marty"---had great Italian Ice/.35 cents, and bubble gum popsicles/double bar/.20 cents.
Good Humor Man would come around once in a while, but, he was way too expensive. But, the open cab looked great as evening fell.
"Mr. Softy" would come around occasionally, but, the SOB never had chocolate soft serve. Never! Just vanilla.
"Can I have a banana split?" All Hell would break loose. Clangin' & bangin'. "We're out of bananas."
"Here, I brought one from the house."
More clangin' & bangin.
And it's still that way at DQ. Order one-you'll find out.