Originally posted by jimslyp69When I was a kid we made sure our friends didn't break something and were not bleeding before we laughed at them when they wiped out in some way (bikes, skateboards, falling out of trees, etc.)
...we used to eat asbestos for breakfast and it never did us any harm.
A little known fact: My parents raised me in a secret kibbutz and their mission which they succeeded at was to kill Hitler and make it look like a suicide. They got in and out of that bunker before anyone even knew what happened. They even managed to get out with personally monogrammed underwear made just for good old Adolf.
They only told me the truth about that episode last week.
When I was a kid we started playing at 7:00 am and continued after dinner with 'Hide and Go Seek' and 'Kick the Can' until 9:00 pm when we had to hang it up, go in for a bath and hit the sack; and reading with Dick and Jane; and Schwin Bicycles with leather seats; and raiding Mr Johnson's tomato patch; and putting lightening bugs in glass jars with hole punctured in the lids so they could breathe, along with a few blades of grass so they would be able to eat and never die but they died anyway.
boy gb
When I was 13 I wanted to buy a cross-bow. I didn't get pocket money, as we were poor bastards. I went walking around a rich estate and got 6 gardens in which to cut the grass and attend the flowers.
I got paid a meagre amount, about 2 bob a garden for 6 hours each, but after 6 months I had more than enough to choose my bow. There were various options, but if you're gonna go for it - then go for it. I got an 'ELEPHANT BOW', with telescopic sights 😀
I didn't know what I was getting, and it was so powerful it came with a lynch system that pulled the 'string' back. I mean, who at 13 knows what an elephant bow is? It also came with sharp bolts and blunt bolts, so me and my buddies, as excited as a dog with a belly full of piss and a line of trees, went to the local field to 'try it out' (you were allowed to walk freely in those days with a crossbow, believe it or not, and didn't need a licence).
We lynched the 'string' back, loaded a bolt and a blunt one being that. Then came a look of bewilderment. What am I going to fire this at? We all looked at each other. ???
"Look, there's a tree 200m down there, see if you can hit that", said Stew.
(I didn't know, until afterwards and some research, that a bolt travels at 1000ft a second from an elephant bow). I fired. We walked and got to the tree. We saw a few feathers sticking out of the trunk, and about 1/2" of bolt shaft. The ruddy thing had penetrated the trunk 10 inches from 200m. The laughter was hilarious, as we were all on the floor. We tried mighty hard, but we could not get that bolt out of the tree.
Then game the group excitement of 'what's next?'
Well, there were no elephants. Just us. 😉
We decided on a new game of 'dare'. We loaded the bow, aimed it vertically, and fired. Anybody who ran was a wimp and a 'girlie'. We looked up, and saw this black dot disappear into the sky. We waited, and waited, and then 'thud!' the bolt was next to us, with yet again feathers sticking out of the grass. We could get that one, and had a ball playing 'dare' (not knowing that if it came down and hit one of us it would have blown our skull apart).
It was a great summer. Until one of my mates shot a copper's son thru the tongue, but that's a different story! 😉 😀
-m.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbySo what you are really saying is that you skived school, were a petty thief and a mass murderer.
When I was a kid we started playing at 7:00 am and continued after dinner with 'Hide and Go Seek' and 'Kick the Can' until 9:00 pm when we had to hang it up, go in for a bath and hit the sack; and reading with Dick and Jane; and Schwin Bicycles with leather seats; and raiding Mr Johnson's tomato patch; and putting lightening bugs in glass jars with hole ...[text shortened]... blades of grass so they would be able to eat and never die but they died anyway.
boy gb
Originally posted by adramforallSummertime, Adram, with grade school out of the picture from June until September.
So what you are really saying is that you skived school, were a petty thief and a mass murderer.
Guessing you yourself must have enjoyed your own childhood in some other way.
😉
Originally posted by adramforallSummertime, Adram, with grade school out of the picture from June until September.
So what you are really saying is that you skived school, were a petty thief and a mass murderer.
Guessing you yourself must have enjoyed your own childhood in some other way.
😉