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Posted: 10/21/2004 5:25:47 PM EST
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 5:26:23 PM EST
bah how many times you gonna post this!
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 5:27:50 PM EST
I think it all started with Red Dye #5...remember?!? Think about it...(cue the Twilight Zone music)


ByteTheBullet (-:
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 5:30:33 PM EST
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 5:30:36 PM EST
Just don't drink the water!!

Link Posted: 10/21/2004 5:31:20 PM EST
My wife and I discussing that subject today in regards to my 6 yo nephew. My sister doesn't let him be a boy. When he comes to our house he gets to be a little man all he wants. No beer or broads though
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 5:33:33 PM EST
Back then I think they made toys to kill kids on purpose.

I had or played with every toy that had a heating element, toxic chemicals,dangerous
mechanical dynamics and possible electrocution potential.

Damn the youngsters don't know what they're missing

GM
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 5:40:56 PM EST



Pssst.

My parents bought us gas for our MX bikes/snowmobiles and shotgun shells. They never saw my brother and myself again until we burned it all up.
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 6:10:22 PM EST
We made it because we had to. Adhereance to the laws of common sense & basic responsibility, & Darwinian survival of the fittest (or at least, the sufficiently fit) ensured that idiocy didn't get far enough along before faling back into the caldron for redistribution among the pool of permutations. Forcing adherance of an opinion onto your fellows was not cool, & often resulted in the pushy misfit getting pounded (& the police were too busy to be bothered - the guy asked for it, after all). The gov't was smaller & less able to intrude. Self-guidance wasn't optional; helping your neighbor wasn't optional. In short life was local, & we had to settle our own problems, or else they didn't get settled.

Time warp to today: no rules, no standards, no guts, no sense, & no clue, & this all fits into a predictable scheme of demise: death from within.
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 6:27:34 PM EST
I remember playing cops and robbers with BB guns... and really shot each other
We would wear denim jackets and motocycle helmet that completely cover the head
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 6:45:46 PM EST
[Last Edit: 10/21/2004 6:56:33 PM EST by M-Forgery]
When I was a Boy Scout in the late 60's we all took our .22 rifles camping! Those that did not have rifles shared other boys guns to learn to shoot. Our scoutmaster even let us shoot his 1911 Colt from WWII and his captured German Luger. I learned gun safety very early on from a great group of outdoorsmen. We did not take guns to school nor shoot anyone with them. We were even were allowed to have knives. Just try this today and the leaders would be locked up most likely. Bunch of PC liberal asshats!

My father gave me a single shot Ithaca .410 and took me dove hunting when I was 7 and I got that Marlin .22 at 9.

Nothing finer than riding bikes all day miles from nowhere, without a helmet! LOL!

Damn Styer, speaking of bells, we had a really big railroad car bell on a telephone pole. We could hear that thing for miles! If you failed to show up they sent the hounds after ya!

I once climbed a large pine tree to avoid a dentist appointment to pull a tooth. Sure got my butt whipped good after climbing down after dark and still got that tooth removed the next day.

What the hell has happened to this country in the last 45 years? No butt whippings, no play time outdoors, too much TV, Playstation, X-Box, and the dang computers. Not to mention liberal asshats!
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 6:48:46 PM EST
Grew up in the 80s!
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 6:49:00 PM EST
Im trying to figure out how I survived in the 80s.

I remember knowing someone who owned a 3 wheeler.
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 6:49:24 PM EST
[Last Edit: 10/21/2004 6:50:51 PM EST by Justin03R6]

We had fights and punched each other and got black eyes and bruises and
learned to get over it.



And made friends this way.


We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors!


I still do this.


I remember playing cops and robbers with BB guns... and really shot each other


Oh yeah...BB guns, pinecone wars...those were the days!
BTW, a green pinecone, left overnight in a bucket of water hurts like an SOB when it smacks you in the forehead.

I remember as a kid not wanting to go back inside the house...now I have to make my kids go out and play. I'm a big fan of toys of all types, but it seems like all these electronic wonders for our kids has made the use of imagination unnecessary. And they're worse off for it.
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 6:56:36 PM EST
Damn that brought back some good times! I remember shooting each other with BB guns too. That is horrible for me to think about now that I have a child, lol. Oh and Gunner1X, that is nasty. Do guys like that?
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 6:59:06 PM EST
Too true Justin.
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 7:02:26 PM EST
What about dirt-clod wars? Remember that? Some of those had rocks in them! I saw stars during the day!
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 7:08:01 PM EST
[Last Edit: 10/21/2004 7:11:55 PM EST by Mr_Jimmy_Fly]

Originally Posted By Taxman:
Im trying to figure out how I survived in the 80s.

I remember knowing someone who owned a 3 wheeler.



The hell you say!

I remember trading pocket knives in the second and third grade classroom. We used to break open thermometers and play with that shiny silver stuff that was inside.
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 7:08:14 PM EST
I opened the split shot fishing sinkers with my teeth all the time, in the '70's. I guess that's why I'm so "slow" now. I knew enough not to eat the paint, though. Don't get me started on the seatbelt thing, or some of that other stuff. I made it through it all.
Link Posted: 10/21/2004 7:20:12 PM EST

Originally Posted By SteyrAUG:
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took
hitchhiking.)

As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors!

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it,
but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one
actually died from this.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode
down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the
bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We used our feet and
wore out our sneakers. (Which were Keds and only cost about $5.00 - not $75)

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were
back when the street lights came on or our Mom rang "the bell" calling us in
for dinner.

No one was able to reach us all day. NO CELL PHONES!!!!! Unthinkable!

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at
all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal
cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.

We had friends!

We went outside and found them.

We played dodge! ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.

We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were
no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents.

No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?

We had fights and punched each other and got black eyes and bruises and
learned to get over it.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although
we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the
worms live inside us forever.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or
rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who
didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.

Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were
held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors!

Tests were not adjusted for any reason.

Our actions were our own.

Consequences were expected.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.

They actually sided with the law. Imagine that! (I remember Mr. Martin
saying "Keep him overnight, it'll teach him a lesson!")

Our generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers and inventors, ever.

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all.


Yeah it's spam but it's good spam for a change.




Amen...+1
Link Posted: 10/22/2004 2:24:33 AM EST

Originally Posted By M-Forgery:
When I was a Boy Scout in the late 60's we all took our .22 rifles camping! Those that did not have rifles shared other boys guns to learn to shoot. Our scoutmaster even let us shoot his 1911 Colt from WWII and his captured German Luger. I learned gun safety very early on from a great group of outdoorsmen. We did not take guns to school nor shoot anyone with them. We were even were allowed to have knives. Just try this today and the leaders would be locked up most likely. Bunch of PC liberal asshats!




This is one of the many reasons why my son wanted to quit the Cub Scouts. He has an AR-15 and shoots it well. The BSA says he can only use a BB gun. When they get to the Boy Scouts, they can only use single shot .22's. Don't even talk about knives!

Thanks,

Merlin
Link Posted: 10/22/2004 3:51:42 PM EST

Originally Posted By ByteTheBullet:
I think it all started with Red Dye #5...remember?!? Think about it...(cue the Twilight Zone music)


ByteTheBullet (-:



...nah, it was yellow #4, remember?
Link Posted: 10/22/2004 3:57:55 PM EST
Goofy thread....but what I remember, sometimes when I enter a large emty room, is the song, "duck and cover." And, who can close their eyes in the shower after seeing "Psycho?" :)
Link Posted: 10/22/2004 4:09:13 PM EST
Cry me a river... shall we go into the hardships and endeavors that 17th century settlers underwent to provide you with this great land we call America?
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