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Yes, yes, this was a horrible prompt - but - if you stop to think of it, we did all sorts of things as children that were actually pretty horrible. One such thing was a young fellow in my 4th grade class who totally enjoyed eating boogers. Even the thought of that makes me cringe.
This is a very small story of my childhood. Yes, all of it is true. Being back in the late 50's and early 60's, things were very very different back then. If I ever try telling stories of what things were like, I am usually met with rolled eyeballs and looks of disbelief.
Hey kids... there was no such thing as computers, cell phones, personal music devices - and I could go on and on. We read books, and occasionally the whole family would pack into the family car to go to the Drive-in theater.
*smiles... those were good times.
Vix
This is a very small story of my childhood. Yes, all of it is true. Being back in the late 50's and early 60's, things were very very different back then. If I ever try telling stories of what things were like, I am usually met with rolled eyeballs and looks of disbelief.
Hey kids... there was no such thing as computers, cell phones, personal music devices - and I could go on and on. We read books, and occasionally the whole family would pack into the family car to go to the Drive-in theater.
*smiles... those were good times.
Vix
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I, too, stepped on a nail once. Went right thru the sole of my PF Flyer and all the way through my foot, just behind my toes. Mom might have taken me to the doctor for a tetanus shot. Thanks to our family physician and his fondness for administering penicillin, my prepubescent butt looked more like a pincushion than anything else.
Ah, yes... the good old days indeed. My good old days may have come a bit later than yours, in the tail end of the 70s and throughout the 80s, but they were still pretty similar - we played on the building site at the edge of a canola field that was to become a shopping center (and now is), tossing fluorescent tubes into the air just because when they hit the ground, the heap of glass splinters stayed almost the same shape, and breaking the bands on pallets of bricks so we could push over the stacks of bricks. Plenty of tweezer work and Iodine tended to follow that, yessirree!
And Q-tips belong in any mechanic's toolbox! Nothing better than half a Q-tip stuck in a cordless drill to clean out the needle seat of a carburetor! >~_^<
*chuckles* Thank you for sharing this, Vix. I do always love some good memories of way back when >^_^<
And Q-tips belong in any mechanic's toolbox! Nothing better than half a Q-tip stuck in a cordless drill to clean out the needle seat of a carburetor! >~_^<
*chuckles* Thank you for sharing this, Vix. I do always love some good memories of way back when >^_^<
*laughs... too very true...
when I was a kid, we were still exploring 78RPM records from our grandparent's time, and our home sterio even had 16 RPM. In fact, my step mom had a wooden record needle sharpener (an antique in a box) and no one knew what it was for. Currently, my old 2004 Toyota Corolla (best car ever) came standard with a CD player, an AM/FM radio, anddddddd a cassette tape player.
And you're right, Q-tips!
Vix
when I was a kid, we were still exploring 78RPM records from our grandparent's time, and our home sterio even had 16 RPM. In fact, my step mom had a wooden record needle sharpener (an antique in a box) and no one knew what it was for. Currently, my old 2004 Toyota Corolla (best car ever) came standard with a CD player, an AM/FM radio, anddddddd a cassette tape player.
And you're right, Q-tips!
Vix
I managed to get a nail stuck in the SIDE of my foot. I had a rope I was dragging around the back yard with a small block of wood tied to the end. The rope was tied to one of many nails stuck in that block. When the rope became snagged on a clump of grass, I gave it a hard yank... and it flew straight at me, impacting the side of my right foot. Unfortunately, one of those nail had been hammered clear through and was embedded a good inch into my flesh. Tetanus shot and lot of aggravated looks from everyone involved.
As if I'd done it on purpose.
Then again, my sense of self-preservation didn't really kick in until my early twenties.
As if I'd done it on purpose.
Then again, my sense of self-preservation didn't really kick in until my early twenties.
When my cousins came to visit for Christmas, the folks let us run loose in the forest behind our neighborhood. We didn't run around "like wild Indians" though. It was more like "y'all wildcats go play in the woods, but make sure to come back before dinner... and don't bring home any more pet snakes!"
Good times. And good entry, Vix!
Good times. And good entry, Vix!
I'm honestly amazed we all, myself and my cousins, made it to adulthood and with no major body parts missing, the things we got up to* would have turned our parents hair white if they had known.
Or maybe not, they did much the same themselves.
*being towed on a car bonnet behind a car as it raced around a field surrounded by barbed wire fencing for one.
Or maybe not, they did much the same themselves.
*being towed on a car bonnet behind a car as it raced around a field surrounded by barbed wire fencing for one.
*laughs... I love that! It does sound a lot like something we would have done. Honestly, I think back over my life with a full understanding I've had far too many incidents where I should have died. I've always had a good relationship with God - just not religion in general.
One such incident when I was 26 - I was riding a 125CC dirt bike for transportation. It was winter (in Florida) so I was wearing two sets of long underwear, and a full facial helmet. Both of those saved me. It was night, I was the only traffic heading south (two lanes south, two lanes north with a cutover between). A car came from the left, paused at the cutover, and then shot right in front of me. I swerved, the back of the bike contacting the left rear shock, tearing it off, after which I bounced down the road a good distance. As I was laying there, a kid jumps out of the car, runs over to me, and yells, 'Two more inches and I would have missed you completely!"
And yes... our parents did exactly the same things we did, just generic to their times.
*hugs... oh yes... we called the old 'field cars' Hoopies, what was your nic for them?
Vix
One such incident when I was 26 - I was riding a 125CC dirt bike for transportation. It was winter (in Florida) so I was wearing two sets of long underwear, and a full facial helmet. Both of those saved me. It was night, I was the only traffic heading south (two lanes south, two lanes north with a cutover between). A car came from the left, paused at the cutover, and then shot right in front of me. I swerved, the back of the bike contacting the left rear shock, tearing it off, after which I bounced down the road a good distance. As I was laying there, a kid jumps out of the car, runs over to me, and yells, 'Two more inches and I would have missed you completely!"
And yes... our parents did exactly the same things we did, just generic to their times.
*hugs... oh yes... we called the old 'field cars' Hoopies, what was your nic for them?
Vix
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