[ARCHIVED THREAD] - I remember back when... (Page 1 of 5)
Posted: 3/2/2013 4:05:00 PM EDT
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In this thread, we reminisce about stuff that's now frowned upon.
I remember back when... I was but a wee boy, 'bout 8 years of age I reckon, I would go down to the corner store and buy cigarettes for my mother and grand parents...and no one gave a flying promiscuous sexual encounter. |
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I remember back when you could ride your BMX bike for miles all over town with no helmet by yourself then leave said bike thrown on your friend's front lawn for hours on end while you taped fireworks together in their backyard.
I remember this place called the mall where several small stores were under one big roof. I remember these places called arcades where you had to leave your house, go to another building then pay quarters to play video games. I remember always having to save one quarter so you could make a call home to tell your parents you were at someone else's house from a device called a pay phone. I remember when you'd get in an argument about something and have to ride your bike to this place called a library and find a thing called a book and look up the answer. And lastly I remember when the height of fashion was a white half sleeve jersey shirt with colored arms and a big number on the back, blue jeans that were actually blue and chuck taylors that came in any color of the rainbow, provided your rainbow was red, blue or white. |
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In this thread, we reminisce about stuff that's now frowned upon. I remember back when... I was but a wee boy, 'bout 8 years of age I reckon, I would go down to the corner store and buy cigarettes for my mother and grand parents...and no one gave a flying promiscuous sexual encounter. Canada? Yeah my grandma would send me to the corner store with a note for cigs. I seem to remember seeing notes for beer too but I can't remember for sure if I ever did that one. |
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I remember watching black and white television, and I remember smoking sections on airlines. Back in 2006 I visited Singapore and Malaysia. While in Hong Kong switching planes, I stoped for a cigarette break. They had a room inside the airport for smokers and no one died! It's a sad day when communist China is more civilized than your own country 
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| I can remember listening to my grandad telling about working in the limber camps and 4 hour train rides to get there, hunting deer with his savage .303 octagon barrel lever action that he ordered for $24. I still have his sportsman's license for 1948, if I remember right it cost him $5, no additional stamps etc, fishing, hunting and trapping, you were covered. Had no idea until recently, the wisdom that I was in the presence of! |
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Quoted: We drove to school with rifles or shotguns in our cars or trucks. Teachers saw them and wanted to know what caliber it was. They knew what it was. The week after deer season opened, missing school wasn't counted against you. In junior high, I used to go to my grandmother's house after school until my mom could come get me. My grandmother lived just outside of town. I had a .22 and a 20 gauge waiting on me. When I'd run out of ammo, my mom would stop by Wal-Mart on the way home and buy me ammo. I'd carry it with me to school the next day and stick it in my locker then take it to my grandmother's after school. |
Yes the cigerettes for family, pocket knives in school, black and white TV up until 1976 Winter Olympics, lawn darts, BB gun and wrist rocket battles, no eye protection even damn we got lucky on that.
Guns in our cars at HS, no po po, no SWAT team, no rules broken. Time before AIDS, and then when you could only get AIDS from gay sex, then anal sex with a woman, then vaginal sex if the woman was on her period, then you could get it from anyone. |
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I remember when arguments were settled by looking shit up in the encyclopedia or calling someone, not Google. I, for one...appreciate the era of Google. That's one issue that has always really bothered me. People telling me that I don't know what I am talking about, because their buddy told them a "fact". |
| I remember when not a single kid on my block had a bike helmet on. In fact, the kid a few blocks over got picked on because he had to wear one. These days all the kids have 'em, and the one who doesn't gets picked on because his parents are probably too poor to buy him one. I still have scars from those days. Fuck bike helmets. |
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In this thread, we reminisce about stuff that's now frowned upon. I remember back when... I was but a wee boy, 'bout 8 years of age I reckon, I would go down to the corner store and buy cigarettes for my mother and grand parents...and no one gave a flying promiscuous sexual encounter. I miss being beaten as a kid. Well, maybe not so much the beatings, but parents who were parents, and raised their kids right. |
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Hunting on the school farm.
Riding our bikes to go hunting...single shot shotgun across the handlebars Pocket knives at school 5th grade show & tell....how to skin a muskrat Taking off on a camping trip at about age 15, being gone for a few days and nothing bad coming of it. Hunting mice in the field with my Dads cap& ball revolver Our current world pretty much sucks |
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I remember taking my rifle to school and leaving in my truck, unlocked, hanging in my window gun rack. I remember when "someone" would blow up mailboxes and not be called terrorists.
I remember making a potato gun and a beating stick in shop class at school. I remember playing Smear the Queer! |
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I remember taking my rifle to school and leaving in my truck, unlocked, hanging in my window gun rack. I remember when "someone" would blow up mailboxes and not be called terrorists. I remember making a potato gun and a beating stick in shop class at school. I remember playing Smear the Queer! Fess up . Were you ever the queer? 
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