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And don't forget about the things we'd bring back: frogs, tadpoles, snakes, fools gold, and scrapes, splinters, chipped teeth, bruises (from the rock fight), open wounds requiring stitches and the occasional broken bone. What a life!
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Odd, won't load for me either.Interesting
The image failed to load for me. Then as I reply as such I can view it.
That's great!
I'm pretty sure we were the last generation to enjoy a real childhood. On a sunny summer day, we would take off on our bikes around 9 AM and wouldn't be home until the streetlights came on. No cell phones, no tracking, no checking in, nothing but freedom and no one tried to kidnap us. We'd bike along the main roads looking for discarded Coke bottles we could turn in at the store for 5 cents deposit on each: and cash that out in Bazooka bubble gum. If we hit the jackpot, we could afford a cold Coke or an ice cream bar. Ah, those were the days... and the cars looked cool, too.And we were untethered. Mom didn't know where we were once we left on our bikes (and probably spank us if she found out).
Doesn't get much better than that, Chief.I'm pretty sure we were the last generation to enjoy a real childhood. On a sunny summer day, we would take off on our bikes around 9 AM and wouldn't be home until the streetlights came on. No cell phones, no tracking, no checking in, nothing but freedom and no one tried to kidnap us. We'd bike along the main roads looking for discarded Coke bottles we could turn in at the store for 5 cents deposit on each: and cash that out in Bazooka bubble gum. If we hit the jackpot, we could afford a cold Coke or an ice cream bar. Ah, those were the days... and the cars looked cool, too.
Before skateboards there were scooters around here. You couldn't steer them but they had a T handle to hang onto. They weren't that popular until two kids from California moved into the neighborhood. They had a real skateboard and we were soon converting our scooters into wannabe skateboards. Real skateboards didn't happen around here until the mid sixties. I know I had one in 66. I rode it into my freshman algebra class while wearing a wig of long hair.. gave the teacher the peace sign and after a brief exchange of love and peace verbiage I was kicked out of school for three days. Schools had no sense of humor back then.Doesn't get much better than that, Chief.
Did anyone take their sister's metal roller skates, hammer them flat and nail them to a plank of wood? The first skateboard!
Lucky you. Funny story, for years I thought you were Rob's grandfather and he was using you for free labor 🤓I'm having zero problems posting pics.
No relation.. never met the guy. I was a guide and they felt sorry for me and promoted me to mod. It's been a rewarding experience... not monetarilyLucky you. Funny story, for years I thought you were Rob's grandfather and he was using you for free labor 🤓
Well I had the perfect picture to accompany this thread. Seems that there is an issue with loading up photos.And don't forget about the things we'd bring back: frogs, tadpoles, snakes, fools gold, and scrapes, splinters, chipped teeth, bruises (from the rock fight), open wounds requiring stitches and the occasional broken bone. What a life!
I wish I had an answer why I have no problem posting pics and you guys can't. It makes no sense.Well I had the perfect picture to accompany this thread. Seems that there is an issue with loading up photos.
Just saying.