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The Last Rebels: 25 Things We Did As Kids That Would Get Someone Arrested Today
Submitted by Daisy Luther via The Organic Prepper blog,
With all of the ridiculous new regulations, coddling, and societal mores that seem to be the norm these days, it’s a miracle those of us over 30 survived our childhoods.
Here’s the problem with all of this babying: it creates a society of weenies.
There won’t be more more rebels because this generation has been frightened into submission and apathy through a deliberately orchestrated culture of fear. No one will have faced adventure and lived to greatly embroider the story
Kids are brainwashed – yes, brainwashed – into believing that the mere thought of a gun means you’re a psychotic killer waiting for a place to rampage.
They are terrified to do anything when they aren’t wrapped up with helmets, knee pads, wrist guards, and other protective gear.
Parents can’t let them go out and be independent or they’re charged with neglect and the children are taken away.
Woe betide any teen who uses a tool like a pocket knife, or heck, even a table knife to cut meat.
Lighting their own fire? Good grief, those parents must either not care of their child is disfigured by 3rd-degree burns over 90% of his body or they’re purposely nurturing a little arsonist.
Heaven forbid that a child describe another child as “black” or, for that matter, refer to others as girls or boys. No actual descriptors can be used for the fear of “offending” that person, and “offending” someone is incredibly high on the hierarchy of Things Never To Do.
“Free range parenting” is all but illegal
All of this babying creates incompetent, fearful adults.
Our children have been enveloped in this softly padded culture of fear, and it’s creating a society of people who are fearful, out of shape, overly cautious, and painfully politically correct. They are incredibly incompetent when they go out on their own because they’ve never actually done anything on their own.
When my oldest daughter came home after her first semester away at college, she told me how grateful she was to be an independent person. She described the scene in the dorm. “I had to show a bunch of them how to do laundry and they didn’t even know how to make a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese,” she said. Apparently they were in awe of her ability to cook actual food that did not originate in a pouch or box, her skills at changing a tire, her knack for making coffee using a French press instead of a coffee maker, and her ease at operating a washing machine and clothes dryer. She says that even though she thought I was being mean at the time I began making her do things for herself, she’s now glad that she possesses those skills. Hers was also the room that had everything needed to solve everyday problems: basic tools, first aid supplies, OTC medicine, and home remedies.
I was truly surprised when my daughter told me about the lack of life skills her friends have. I always thought maybe I was secretly lazy and that was the basis on my insistence that my girls be able to fend for themselves, but it honestly prepares them for life far better than if I was a hands-on mom that did absolutely everything for them. They need to realize that clothing does not get worn and then neatly reappear on a hanger in the closet, ready to be worn again. They need to understand that meals do not magically appear on the table, created by singing appliances a la Beauty and the Beast.
If the country is populated by a bunch of people who can’t even cook a box of macaroni and cheese when their stoves function at optimum efficiency, how on earth will they sustain themselves when they have to not only acquire their food, but must use off-grid methods to prepare it? How can someone who requires an instruction manual to operate a digital thermostat hope to keep warm when their home environment it controlled by wood they have collected and fires they have lit with it? How can someone who is afraid of getting dirty plant a garden and shovel manure?
Did you do any of these things and live to tell the tale?
While I did make my children wear bicycle helmets and never took them on the highway in the back of a pick-up, many of the things on this list were not just allowed, they were encouraged. Before someone pipes up with outrage (because they’re *cough* offended) I’m not suggesting that you throw caution to the wind and let your kids attempt to hang-glide off the roof with a sheet attached to a kite frame. (I’ve got a scar proving that makeshift hang-gliding is, in fact, a terrible idea). Common sense evolves, and I obviously don’t recommend that you purposely put your children in unsafe situations with a high risk of injury.
But, let them be kids. Let them explore and take reasonable risks. Let them learn to live life without fear.
Raise your hand if you survived a childhood in the 60s, 70s, and 80s that included one or more of the following, frowned-upon activities (raise both hands if you bear a scar proving your daredevil participation in these dare-devilish events):
- Riding in the back of an open pick-up truck with a bunch of other kids
- Leaving the house after breakfast and not returning until the streetlights came on, at which point, you raced home, ASAP so you didn’t get in trouble
- Eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the school cafeteria
- Riding your bike without a helmet
- Riding your bike with a buddy on the handlebars, and neither of you wearing helmets
- Drinking water from the hose in the yard
- Swimming in creeks, rivers, ponds, and lakes (or what they now call *cough* “wild swimming“)
- Climbing trees (One park cut the lower branches from a tree on the playground in case some stalwart child dared to climb them)
- Having snowball fights (and accidentally hitting someone you shouldn’t)
- Sledding without enough protective equipment to play a game in the NFL
- Carrying a pocket knife to school (or having a fishing tackle box with sharp things on school property)
- Camping
- Throwing rocks at snakes in the river
- Playing politically incorrect games like Cowboys and Indians
- Playing Cops and Robbers with *gasp* toy guns
- Pretending to shoot each other with sticks we imagined were guns
- Shooting an actual gun or a bow (with *gasp* sharp arrows) at a can on a log, accompanied by our parents who gave us pointers to improve our aim. Heck, there was even a marksmanship club at my high school
- Saying the words “gun” or “bang” or “pow pow” (there actually a freakin’ CODE about “playing with invisible guns”)
- Working for your pocket money well before your teen years
- Taking that money to the store and buying as much penny candy as you could afford, then eating it in one sitting
- Eating pop rocks candy and drinking soda, just to prove we were exempt from that urban legend that said our stomachs would explode
- Getting so dirty that your mom washed you off with the hose in the yard before letting you come into the house to have a shower
- Writing lines for being a jerk at school, either on the board or on paper
- Playing “dangerous” games like dodgeball, kickball, tag, whiffle ball, and red rover (The Health Department of New York issued a warning about the “significant risk of injury” from these games)
- Walking to school alone
Come on, be honest. Tell us what crazy stuff you did as a child.
Teach your children to be independent this summer.
We didn’t get trophies just for showing up. We were forced, yes, forced – to do actual work and no one called protective services. And we gained something from all of this.
Our independence.
Do you really think that children who are terrified by someone pointing his finger and saying “bang” are going to lead the revolution against tyranny? No, they will cower in their tiny apartments, hoping that if they behave well enough, they’ll continue to be fed.
Do you think our ancestors who fought in the revolutionary war were afraid to climb a tree or get dirty?
Those of us who grew up this way (and who raise our children to be fearless) are the resistance against a coddled, helmeted, non-offending society that aims for a dependant populace. In a country that was built on rugged self-reliance, we are now the minority.
Nurture the rebellion this summer. Boot them outside
Teach your kids what freedom feels like.
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Fuck ya.
Pop bottle rocket wars.
#2 #22 & #25 Well, most of them.
Yup!
That was me.
I did all the above. Well, we didn't have a river, but we threw rocks at snakes anyhow.
The list forgot all the things we blew up with firecrackers (or M80s), and all the things we burned down.
I remember when we were shooting 22’s at a dump in the woods when a cop pulled up. He told us it wasn’t safe to shoot n the direction we were shooting and directed us to a safer place. Then he hung around a while and took a few shots with our guns. I think I was 14 and my buddy was 16... he drove the car.
NO BIG DEAL
Took me too long to put up my post, below. I'm totally with you all on this. I'm just gonna sit back, read, and remember with a big smile on my face.
I was a pre internet teen. I rememer to this day this first nice pair of tits that I earned. Fucking girl was a fucking statue. When she took her shirt off....I just stared in awe for about a half an hour while I finished my Big Gulp. She asked if I wanted to see more. I came home late that night. Very late.
Hanging out near the VFW when I was in my larval stages, 8~9, yanno independance day. Drunken folks with bikes would show up tossing ash-cans in the air. I'd go get the duds. Then yanno try lighting that stub off again, like an idiot.
The good old days. Hah.
ANY 'serious' fireworks are illegal these days..... you can't buy an package with more than a certain amount of gunpowder... kids these days have no idea what a real cherry bomb, M-80 or anything like that is....
ALL of the 'pyromaniac' phase things boys used to do are pretty much illegal and will get you arrested..... One of the kids in our Boy Scout Troop was an 'expert' ikn all things pyrotechnical. He used to make his own fireworks (with the help of a supply place in ohio or some such place). he knew what chemicals made what colors and special effects.... made amazing rockets.... he was smart about all of it and knew what he was doing..... I think he ended up at MIT - today he'd be arrested as a 'terrorist'..... meanwhile a bunch of juvenlle delinquints who were gunning for the Darwin Award blew up a propane tank with a load of M-80's... left a crater ion the golf course and an explosion you could hear a mile away..... Family had a HUGE picnic on the 4th of July - adults played cards and got drunk - kids shot off fireworks (you could buy pretty much anythign even though all were illegal - but a cop in-law always showed up to drop off all he confiscated during the day to increase the arsenal).
One group of kids - the ones with the cars and 6 packs in the parking lot - called in 'vandals in the cemetery'.... waited for ALL the cops on duty to show up and then closed the gate - and chained it. One-upped 'American Graffiti' - but then the year before the valedictorian (Harvard) got a poem published in the local paper (under a pseudonym) as an 'ode to the high school' that read "FUCK YOU LOUIS' (the principal) when you read the first letters - and the paper conveniently printed the poem without indents. Only issue of the local paper to sell out for years.
Of course at the same time you had teachers banging students in high school (prison time these days) with one actually MARRYING the 18 year old he was doing after she got out of college. To their credit it seems that most were doing 18 year olds.
Funniest thing was in elementary school - brainwashed by 'Combat' and all the WWII stuff on TV, the neighborhood had a perpetual WWII battle going on with fully equipped armies (courtesy of Sears) - you had M-1 carbines, 45 cal Colt pistols, Lugers, schmeisers and even a .50 cal machine gun with sound effects and flashing lights - not to mention helmets and such (US AND Nazi). The funniest thing was EVERYONE wanted to be the Germans - even the Jewish kids (WTF?) and NONE of the parents said a thing about their 10 year olds running around dressed as Nazis (WITH full out flags and helmets). Kind of surreal when you look back on it..... these days the cops would be shooting you if they saw you with all that firepower....
We had a high dive at our neighborhood pool. A freakin' high dive!!! It was a rite of kidhood to make the climb. Also, we water skied without flotation devices, and jumped off of Hell's Gate at Possum Kingdom Lake.
There was a ditch in the park close to my house. A creek ran through it and every spring we would watch the tadpoles grow into frogs. The fucking government put in a drainage pipe covered it up and killed the park. 45 years later, it's still there. Nobody goes there because it's all dead grass and stickers.
THANK YOU .GOV FOR MAKING MY LIFE BETTER!!!!!
:-/
On the Wisconsin side of the St. Croix river, in some proximity to, but not at, Taylors Falls, there was/is a high cliff that people would jump off at variousl heights into the river. First time there in my early teens, looking over the edge at the top height, I was like "no way". Up comes this child of a girl, and without any hesitation, but with a girl's holloween scream, immediately over the edge she goes. Minutes later she's back to do it again. Needless to say, we all eventually went over from the top, a number of times ... [and boys, can't speak for the girls here, keep your legs together when you hit the water ....]
"THANK YOU .GOV FOR MAKING MY LIFE BETTER!!!!!" A+
Heck - if that list is all you did, you lived a very MILD childhood - lol. I can't expand on that since I don't know if the statute of limitations would be in effect or not .... names would have to be changed, etc ....
BB-gun wars with all the kids in the neighborhood - we used coffee cans and #10 cans to make "body armor" - it was all good 'til the idiot kids down the street brought out the Crossmans that you could pump up ....
Playing Kick-the-Can way into the night ... Building a plywood ramp at the end of a hill and trying to do a full reverse flip (and failing catastrophically several times in a row} ... Buying cigarettes from the machine outside the gas station and smoking them by not inhaling because inhaling made you cough ... wandering out into fields and going "rabbit hunting" with a group of friends with .22s .. and somehow managing not to shoot each other or anyone else .... sleeping in tents in the back yard but sneaking out at o-dark-thirty to go to the corner 24 hour store and buy several boxes of twinkies and ho-hos and eating them all (and going into sugar shock but loving it) - and getting ZERO sleep ... good times ...
I was on the marksmanship team in grade school (gasp) and I have fond memories of pulling into the High School parking lot during hunting season, and pretty much every truck in the lot had rifles and/or shotguns in the racks in the back window. I also remember the Vice Principle, upon finding out that a friend of mine had a new hunting rifle, coaxed him to bring it into the school and they stood there admiring it in the hall during the morning milling around. Nobody even gave it a second thought.
I frequently carried my 22 rifle to high school and put it in my hall locker for use after classes at the school indoor rifle range in Lake Forest, IL. Our society has become pathetic.
i have just the same story (except we had air rifles and the cop just said it wasn't really safe where we were and find somewhere else).
compare this to a nephew who was with his friends playing their guitars in an empty park drinking a beer (all legal age). i know this kid and he is a good kid - it was not a crazed party (he is not the type anyway) - they were just playing guitars in the park on a sunday afternoon and having a beer.
5 cop cars rolled up and were heavy handed and they were all charged and he now has a police record!
Wiping out on the 650 Yamaha at about 19, in '79. Had two bottles of red wine in the inside pockets of the blue jean jacket and one broke. So along with the ripped leg and blind in one eye, I thought I was bleeding in the stomach, before realizing it was the wine. So I hid the other bottle in the weeds. Later that evening the cop showed up at the hospital to check on me and brought me the bottle of wine.
Different era.
M-80's in mailboxes
Throwing lemons at cars coming down the hill
Making a flame thrower from a can of Lysol
Invisible rope prank across busy streets
Actaully walking to and from school
Playing with power tools
Oh, and riding my dad's Yamaha 180 when I was 14
Riding down a rain swollen creek in summer on innertubes catching snakes as they fell off the branches, twirlling them around your head so they wouldn't bite you, then throwing them at your buddies. Priceless.
Hee...
I did 21 of the 25 and I'm a girl, including shooting, cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, etc. The ones I missed out on were lack of opportunity (no river/no sled).
My daughter grumbles when I make her do for herself. When I refuse to make her food "well then I just won't eat"...you can guess about how long that lasts.
She is 9, time to learn some basics...sandwich, cereal, using the oven, etc. By 12 or so I was cooking dinner for the whole family and responsible for doing the laundry after school.
I'm so mean.
Building tree forts without supervision in third grade, playing with matches in leaves and stomping them out (same time), teaching myself to ride a bike (same time), taping bullets to the railroad tracks (same time).
I really can't talk much about what came after 4th grade, but I eventually became a good and responsible adult in the later 1980s.
" playing with matches in leaves and stomping them out (same time)"
Oh crap! Using that methodology, I started a fire at a Boy Scout summer camp that bordered an airport with a grass runway.
Actually earned a "fire safety" merit badge for carrying an "Indian tank" (is that raciss?) during the ensuing conflagration. Was later tossed from Scouting for being a ne'er do well. (I earned that too.)
Let's not be timid with that list, folks. I'm pretty sure if you're more than 40 years old you've done most or all of those things. Strangely, the entire subject of firearms and explosives/fireworks is missing from that list.
Who here shot a .22 rifle for the first time before they had reached double-digit age?
I did. Both of my kids have. Obviously, my kids were supervised (by me) and at a range. (When I did it I was neither supervised nor at a range.)
Who here blew up an 'M80' in the woods near their house or fired off some Bottle Rockets in a nearby field/clearing? I did.
Ever get in a fight with a friend? I did. Sometimes I won, sometimes I lost, but invariably we came away from it having a greatly increased measure of respect for eachother. A few of them are still friends of mine to this day.
If you're not exposed to such things you are much more likely to be afraid of them. Having respect for the power of something is a much more useful experience than blind fear of the unknown.
God's honest truth. We went shooting one night in my dad's prized 56 Fairline. Not sure how it happened but we shot our the rear mirrors on bothe sides. One buddy still can not hear correctly to this day.
?: Did the percussion of the muzzle blast from the gun shot inside the car, out the window, cause the mirrors to shatter? Discharge in a closed space will traumatize hearing (that's why silencers were used before their general illegalization). My go-to for in the house defence is a (home made) silencer fitted semiauto 22 WMR rifle.
I grew up in a rural setting but there were quite a few classmates within bicycle distance (long before all the small farms were bought by the richest local farmer). Anyway, we all got BB guns when we were 10 or 11, and it wasn't very long before we were suiting up in our snowmobile suits and helmets and having "wars". My god you never had as much fun as we did in those years lol!
Not having a BB gun was just wrong. Cool guys had Sheridan's. A good modification for a bicycle was sawing off the forks of another one, then banging them on and making a chopper. Home made bicycle jumps? Anybody wearing a helmet would be taunted mercilessly if it ever happened.
Pelting cars with snowballs...constant fun. Turning on neighbors outside faucets all the time. Moving neighborhood "for sale" signs around. Ringing doorbells. Crank calls. Home made firecrackers. Mini-bikes. Do this these days and somebody would force Prozac. Boy Scout camp was great...we were supposed go out in the woods and capture a live animal for a contest. Our troop broke into the camp petting zoo and captured their peacock. Didn't hurt it though, it was just funny. Fire starting contests were fun too, bug spray and a bic.
I remember the spray can and match thing! The kid that showed us that trick was cool kid on the block for a month. My contribution was cutting the heads off book matches and sticking them in empty bullet casings. Made one hell of a blow torch/smoke bomb...just don't hold on to it too long.
Also, I'd like to add two very important words:
Potato Cannon
Yeah, my granddad had me shoot at cans at the dump when I was 7 or 8. Great memories, especially since he died before I turned ten.
I did a lot of stuff on that list, plus a lot of 'extra credit':
- took the sulfur out of my chemistry set and made a wax/foil stink bomb (makes hydrogen sulfide gas);
- built a six-gun rubber band gun using clothespins (that was never as good as just using your fingers);
- played whiffle ball in our backyard - which had a giant rock ring and a pear tree in center field;
- took a baseball in the mouth off my pitchback;
- dug up the backyard for dirt clod wars;
- stuck needles in firecrackers and threw them at formations of army men;
- built bikes out of spare parts for demolition derbys;
- hit rocks with a stick...in the middle of our neighborhood (probably broke a few windows);
- snuck off with friends to experiment with dope and beer, even renting hotel rooms for parties (with one cool dad's help);
- played baseball on a field - uphill - full of gopher holes and ringed by pine trees (and adorned with pine cones);
- played tackle football without any equipment whatsoever (well, a football) in a muddy swamp;
- made tennis ball cannons that fired using lighter fluid;
- had BB gun wars where we just wore goggles and heavy leather jackets (no head shots!);
- went down steep grassy hills sitting on cardboard boxes;
- went to school and played sports on the fields there - you would get arrested for that today;
- built forts out of firewood and had sleepovers in them...
truth is, I could go on forever, but this stuff is all about just BEING A KID. I was actually a pretty mild kid compared to most where I grew up. A lot of this stuff is stuff that kids NEED TO DO just to be kids!!
My uncle, who smoked like a chimney was stationed at 29 palms and would take me to the local dump to shoot junk with his .22 rifle. Good times for a skinny 12-year old however, I pressed him into letting me try his 12-gauge, and a cigarette. After a bruised shoulder, and coughing my lungs out for 15 minutes, he offered me a beer, and asked me what I had learned.
I had an uncle who would bring me silver salutes from St Louis and light a cigarette for me to use to blow tin cans off fence posts. He had a 66 Galaxy convertible with a 429 and four-on-the floor that he left for mom to sell when he went to Vietnam. She could barely operate a clutch. That was some funny shit.
lol I forgot about all the buddy fights... and not buddy fights for that matter... hell most of us would be in on assault charges these days if we acted up like that...
LOL - M-80's? Hell, I had a friend who taught me how to make ANFO when I was 11 .... he was a model citizen ....
When I was 12 I went into an Army Surplus store and bought a working WW1 Lee Enfield 303.
I had a 22 too. Never did fire the 303 as I didn't have enough coin to buy bullets, the rifle cost me $12.
When I was 19 walked on the streets of Toronto where the pawnshaps were to pawn a shot gun. I had the thing cradled in my arm and was never in the big city before. I wondered why people looked at me funny like.
Try that now in some places and you may as well order a gravestone.
They were doing construction near my home and it involved blasting. One night me and a couple of friends went to the site and stole a case of dynamite and a box of caps. We had no place to hide our loot so I took out a couple of sticks then dumped the small box of caps into the case which I hid under my bed for a couple of weeks.
Once we figured the heat was off we took our stash up to a gravel pit on the other side of the woods. We never thought to steal wire so all we had was a length of speaker wire I borrowed from my dads mono sound system. One of my friends had a nine volt battery borrowed from an older siblings radio.
Spent the day blasting. I can't believe none of us were hurt as our explosive packs got bigger and the already short wire got shorter every time. The worst of it was the trouble I got into for wrecking the speaker wire.
A few years back I visited my parents home and walked into the woods to the old pit. There was still a small crater there which we made some forty years earlier.
Even back then there were serious legal consequences had we been caught. I could not imagine what would happen today if some kids did the same and were caught.
Did all of those except 2, 3, 17 and 22.
No way my folks would have allowed #17.
Don't like peanut butter.
FFS I still pack PBJ's when I ski. Cheaper than slope food. Leaves more money for beer.
BB gun fights
Ow! Dammit, we said ONLY ONE PUMP on the gun!! That had to be at least four, you asshole!
Only did that once. Got a bb stuck under the skin on my forearm and had to dig it out.
I still have a pellet in my face, just under my cheekbone.
We would dress up in our little league catchers outfits with work goggles and shoot each other with only 2 pumps of the BB gun. It was like modern day paintball but with BB's. Sweet times.
I am suprised paintball is still legal. It is educational, tactically.
Lol, I had to dig a hardened bit of chewing gum from an air-rifle out of my leg once.
And a chunk of 5c coin a friend shot with his .22 another time.
We went further and shot Estes rockets at each other. Today, we would be locked up in GITMO.
We didn't intentionally, but sometimes all the engines didn't fire on the multi-engine setups. I chased half the 5th grade class across the playground with a Saturn 5.
Fucked in the car.... Daily
Smear the queer
Wedgie the nerds
Friday night kegger bash (house and field)
Tuesday night drive inn ... 2 in the trunk
Daily Cases of beer run... At 16
Full moon!!! Streak so you get a peak! And take it out cuz its nice out... I think I'll leave it out.!
Lol.... It's unbelievable ... I'd be locked up!
Fire-crackers? Kid stuff...
I had a chemistry kit and a set of encyclopedias. Had my mom write me note to the local pharmacy for saltpeter and sulfur (to replenish the chemistry kit :)), and I made my own gunpowder.
this list is missing...
- raking leaves into the street and burning them using lighter fluid and/or gasoline as a starter
- taking the trash out to the burn pile / burn barrel and watching it to make sure the fire took and did a thorough job; bonus points if you threw in hairspray or other aerosol cans to watch them explode, just to pass the time; double bonus points if you got the fire hot enough to do crude forgings
- not just climbing a tree, but grabbing some nails and scrap lumber and building a tree house while you were up there
- making crude ramps out of scrap wood and paint cans so you could jump your bike on them; bonus points if you set them up so you could try to jump over something and land on an opposite ramp
- owning/riding a minibike; bonus if you skipped the helmet
- climbing on the roof of your house/barn/etc, then jumping off
- racing the neighbor's mean dog on your bike on purpose, because fuck that stupid dog
- just lived / worked on a farm in general; bonus if you helped w/ the machinery
- edit: had a bb gun of any kind and shot it frequently, plus someone else already mentioned creativity with fireworks...
hell this list could go on and on... fun stuff, work stuff, you name it that kids today rarely if ever do anymore... lawyers and the self-esteem crowd got a choke hold on the education system and it's been downhill ever since... fucking sad... we had see-saws, jungle gyms, you name it... now you're lucky if you get 30 minutes of sun a day... sad and pathetic...
Or took part in BB gun wars without any protection and going home with blood blisters all over your stupid body.
Or played Capture the Flag at night in the woods and ganging up on the biggest kid for the takedown - "caughty caught caught fucking 1 2 3!!!"
Or lashing two canoes together to make war canoes with sails and make like Vikings by attacking each other (paddles on edge can hurt wicked bad!)
Going on camping trips and waiting till late to unpeg your friend's tent and floating it out on a lake to see how long it took for your friend to wake up and bail.
Or torture your cat by seeing how many boxes and drawers he could barely get out of.
Or simply go tubing on a hot summer day in snake-infested creeks and rivers with a tube for the cooler and its refreshing contents.
Or wait until late at night at one end of a long, narrow bridge (no shoulder) across a reservoir in a convertible, waiting for another car to start crossing the bridge from the opposite direction - then speed towards them until you're only a hundred yards away, then veer into their lane and turn off the headlights to see what the other car would do.
Or form a "Bridge Club" and go out and paint local railroad bridges with tribal expressions of braggadocio about the high school you went to that you otherwise hated.
Or set up a cherry bomb with a cigarette fuse under your counselor's bed, and run like hell when it went off.
Or grease bowling balls at the local alley and toss "lofters" as far down the lane as possible before the ball slams down.
Or play dead with your BF when you're both 9 and lay on the curb of a street until someone stops and jumps out of their car in horror - and hope you can run faster than they do.
Or skip school and drive to the beach (or shore if in NJ) and find some college kids to make washtubs of "Pink Pussies" with pink lemonade, Everclear, and all sorts of fruit - then see how far you can navigate the boardwalk before passing out.
Or build a huge bonfire with wood and "meadow muffins" by a farm pond and go skinny dipping with all the hot girls from school.
Or engage in plain old drag racing - but with a twist, heading down into the slums and stirring up trouble first.
Or do Mischief Night (do they still do that???) and set paper bags full of dog shit on the doorsteps of people you hate, set the bags aflame, ring the doorbell and hide behind the bushes and wait for the fun.
Or steal vegetables from a neighbor's garden when you're seven, and cook them over a fire in the back yard, pretending you're vagabonds and hobos.
Or engage in water balloon fights - with whatever local liquid ingredients suit you. No explanation necessary.
Or sneak into the biology classroom when the teachers are not around and make darts out of dissecting needles and try to spear the goldfish in the aquarium from across the room.
Or in the same class, try to light industrial size packages of cotton balls with a flint - only to find out they catch fire bitchin' fast - and then throw the whole burning mass into a garbage can and douse with water only to have smoke billow out into the hall - and then run down the hall and around the corner before running into a very pissed bio teacher and having the quick wits to look panicked and claim you were just coming to get him to tell him about the fire.
Or fill beakers with iodine in Chemistry class and toss chunks of potassium at it until you damn near blow the place up.
Or build one of those newfangled things called "skateboards" with a piece of 2x6 and an old roller skate - then jump on it on the biggest hill in the neighborhood you can find, and ride it down at unholy speeds until one of the wheels hits a stone and sends you head over heels into your first out-of-body experience and countless stitches later.
Or take apart a VW bug and reassemble it in the hall outside the principal's office on the weekend, then pack as many kids into it as possible just before school opens.
Or make pop can mortars by welding about 20 cans end to end (sans tops & bottoms), filling the base with gunpowder, and a tennis ball - then lighting them off at the opposing crowd at HS football games or other crowded events.
Or toss down burning shots of 151 and, after losing count of how many you've done, miss your mouth and set your whole face on fire. And then have your ever-trusty BF whip out the CO2 fire extinguisher and turn you into Frosty the Snowman in one quick pull of the trigger.
You know... normal shit like that.
Or trying to launch Roman candles from the Men's room into the courtyard in high school.
Yeah, I got caught. 3 days off without pay.
.....#26 Prank Calls
#27 Grabbing entry forms from a drawing and calling all of the people saying they won.
#28 Clear fishing line accross the street that would take off peoples wipers and antennas when they drove through it.
#29 At night, use a brown grocery bag, hooked to a fishing pole, put a big eye on it with a tail...next car comes...start reeling. Epic lock ups.
#30 Take street signs out of ground and switch them
#31 M-80's or bigger + Mail box=Awesome
#32 BB Guns + Car Tail Lights=Awesome
#33 Eggs+Police Cars=Epic chases at 2am after sneaking out.
#34 Toilet papering peoples houses....before it rained.
#35 At Stanford...crack in dorm door at bottom...fill pillowcase with flour, slide under door, drop huge book on pillowcase=Snowstorm
#36 Filled one of those Ernest and Gullio gallo gallon wine bottles with gas....lit rag...dropped off overpass....OMG
#37 At 10pm at night.....go Kick the side of someones house....Hide in bushes across street...they come out searching...they go back in...we do it again.
I could go on and on. In our neighborhood.....on weekends, we didn't go drink....we did this shit. If any of these stunts were pulled today....WOW...
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I was done going on and on...but I had to tell you this one. In the back of Soldier of fortune magazine they sold this BB gun that shot 3000 bb's a minute. You would dump a full box of BB's into this fucking thing and screw on a can of Freon used to charge your cars AC. OMFG. This thing would RIP. Some kids were roller skating with their shirts off...4 of them...Yep..we let it rip, they all fell to the ground in a split second....and as we were spraying everyone, of course we hit the rear view mirror of my friends 67 chevelle...oops. You should see what this thing would do to car windows...it would drop ALL of them out in a matter of seconds. LOOK...I found the original ad....LOL Here it is. Get your hands on one of these...
http://www.asnz.co.nz/forums/showthread.php?10487-M19A-BB-gun-1970-s-sty...!
M-80s and high school toilets.
BB Gun fights that left dozens black and blue, but no loss of eyes or teeth.
Back of pickup truck ride up Pike's Peak (8 years old), in January, at twenty below.
Age nine. 1948 Ford F-3 in the Orange Groves of San Bernardino. Truck is double-shift. Dad pulls over and switches places. "Those trees are $500 each, don't hit them. Put it in gear and listen..."
Age thirteen, snowstorm of the century in our area. Snow four feet deep through the valley, we normally get, at most, a foot. Shuts the world down for us. Dad HAS to get to Norton AFB in the 48. Blizzard is raging at 4 am. 70 mph winds. We get two miles and the wipers freeze up, I have to get upside down and manually work the bar back and forth until we get into town a mile further. We pull into Fred's shell station (Sittler's 76 is closed because he doesn't come in until 7am). Under the awning, as we fill up, we see a raging blizzard behind us, and nothing but blowing dust in front of us. The truck is covered in packed snow. We go across the dry lakes and down Bear Valley Road to the new 15 and head south until we get to Hulaville and pull off at the Depot to get coffee. We get out and a guy comes walking across the lot..."Where the hell did you come from?!" We look back and the snow has layers of dust over it. Stayed on that truck for a week.
Age fourteen, assigned to drive the kid car from Los Angeles to Ogden, Utah. Go to vist Grandparents in Iowa. Go with grandpa to the VFW, buy a round of beers, no one questions me as I drink mine. Go to local store buy a six pack, go sit with grandpa and drink them.
Age fifteen, friend asks to have you drive them from BFE to Las Vegas in their RV (Myasthenia Gravis) and learn that she was once a WWII pilot (there's now a local bridge named after her), and, while hanging out at Stardust Casino with her, winning $150 on slots and $35 on Keno...and getting paid by the casino. Later in the year, stop at a store to get a six pack, put it on the seat of Uncles 42 Ford, pop one open as I pull out. Notice sheriff car behind me with lights on, put beer in crotch and start to pull over, deputy passes me to go somewhere else.
Age 16, sent to Uncle in Northern California, spend entire summer rolling joints. Getting so good at it that 8 zigzags are chained together to roll doobie cigars one handed. Hitchhike 600 miles back home.
Age 17, detassling corn in Iowa, finding dirt weed and pulling it up by the root to take back to the bus, tornado rolls in and we all run back...sitting in the bus as the tornado rages, the dirt weed is lit, along with cigarettes and we fill the entire school bus with smoke witht he windows up because of the horizontal rain. (Later that day going to this huge old fashioned theater in Burlington, Iowa to see Star Wars for the first time ***Awesome!!***)
#38 Dry Ice Bawmz
#39 rendering car headlights inoperable, sometimes through removal
#40 injecting oranges with Vodka for consumption during school lunch break. Going to 5th period Geometry class smashed, and the teacher not noticing or caring because he was smashed as well...and was the girls "basketball coach."
#41 Lines of coke out of lockers between classes....in a Catholic School
#42 jumping from the roof on the house into the backyard pool
#43 I was an altar boy in 7th/8th grade. After 8AM mass, which was simply an excuse to skip class, we use to hang out in the rectory, drink the wine, and eat the little wafers (wayfair theen....bwahahahah!!!). I consider myself lucky that the priests never asked us to "Ben Dover"
I, also, was once an alter boy...then Cantor. Came >|< this close to being a priest...until they explained what celebacy meant. Actually said, "Fuck that!" to the priest explaining the process. He agreed.
Amen Brother.
Oh man, I remember those. I never got one, but always drooled over them. So many 'wrong' memories...
On the other side of the coin, with today's kids: I took my 16yo step daughter and her friend to Wally World, today. DD says, can we go get some snacks? I said, sure, I'll be over there. The friend made a funny noise and started squealing. She had never walked around a store by herself, before. Sad.
Much to her mother's chagrin, I am always letting our daughter do 'wrong' things. How else will she learn? Climb it, shoot it, light it, throw it, row it, drive it.
Stick your finger in it. Ouch, that hurt didn't it? Now you know not to do that.
Go get the mail. Which car are you taking? No license? You're just turning around on the public road...
This thread is awesome...
I will keep adding...
added to my list above..
#38 Throwing rocks at the brand new cars that were going buy us on the train.
#39 We put everything on the train tracks...shopping carts, coins, you name it. My moron friend tied his dog to the tracks for just a few minutes...Amtrak super fast train came by...very sad.
#40 BB Gun fights didn't last too long becuase I had the crossman.
#41 Shot my sister in the ass with the crossman. My dad had to come home from the dental office to dig the pellet out of her ass...went right through her jeans. She was running away from me in the middle of the street...I was standing in our split entry door way. This was the Pistol Crossman target gun...10 pumps. One .177 pellet chambered. When I pulled that trigger...she fell like a buck hit in the heart. My life was over. I got the belt on that one. Well deserved.
#42 FBI came to my house...I had ordered $1500 worth of wholseale illegal fireworks from Montana. They destroyed them on the news. 4 Pallets. I was going to sell them. LOL
#43 We had this handheld air craft carrier that you would hold like a gun...the landing strip of the ship would go off your arm...you would cock these two jets back and pull the trigger and they would launch...super fast...of course we got board...launched at cars.
#44 You guys remember the SST's These were a Rip cord dragster...had a gyro type wheel. Well...these worked great...Pull cord..Find sister...touch wheel to hair FTW.
#45 TACK TRICK....in our School in Parkrose...Oregon School we had a fat ass typing teacher. She would open all of the windows because she was so fat. Well...one day we closed all of the windows (June..was hot day) and turned off the big box fan before she arrived. We took a full box of those school silver thumb tacks and dumped them into the bottom of the fan with it off. She came in...sweating...she turned on that fan...and in a few moments those tacks were being lifted out of the bottom and being shot all over class. OMG.
#46 We took some man hole covers off...and went exploring under the city. Very scary...dark...many stories from those. Like the time one of my bastard friends knocked my flashlight into the water...then they ran. Pitch black...you could hear rats and could not see. Then way ahead I saw a flickering light.......Then 10 seconds later....KABOOOM...they had lit an M-80. Words can not describe what that looked like or felt like. THat was when I was 14...I am now 49.
Off to work...greatest thread of the year.
25 out of 25. I'm the most fucked up creature in this century.
True story. A high school friend of mine in senior year (class of 77) went to a local quarry and found a box of quarter length dynamite. Being young and stupid, he took the box and drove down Apple Valley Road lighting the dynamite off the cars cigarette lighter and tossing them out the window. Needless to say, the explosions tore the shit out of the road and blew all sorts of dust into the air.
Young and dumbass got so enthralled in lighting the sticks and tossing them that he didn't notice the sheriff's car behind him. Naturally one of the sticks went off close enough to the car to blow off the flashers on the roof and blow the headlights out. Now invisible, the sheriff's car pulled up next to him just as he was about to toss the next stick out the window. He was so startled he dropped it in the car and spent frantic seconds digging under the seat to find it and toss it out the window. Meantime he was pulling over for the deputy.
The last explosion was less than twenty feet behind his car and blew off his bumper, crimped the trunk and blew out the rear window.
Deputy wrote him up for burglery, distruction of public property and called his parents to get his ass and take him home from a relatively isolated section of what was once a lonesome desert road. He had to go to court. Judge gave him 14 days in jail, ordered him to repay for the cost of the dynamite, the cost of the deputy's vehicle repairs, the cost of repairing his parents car, and grading the road (which he did with the family tractor to save cash).
I truly believe that 1978 was the year that the entire US began to change.
Edit.
Let me elaborate a bit.
I learned to drive around ten. One of my chores was to take the 48 and go get alfalfa from the local ranchers. Dad was overseas most of the time, so I'd just hop in the truck and go off to get feed for the farm. Mom would send a check to the farmer once I got back. From ten to sixteen I would be driving on desert roads passing the deputy for the four or five hundred square miles of the area. Never got pulled over, fucked with, nothing but left alone to do my chores.
On my sixteenth birthday I got my drivers license and I drove past the deputy in 'downtown' (a store, a gas station...not much else). Son of a bitch pulled me over. "You got a license?" "Yes, sir" "let's see it" I gave him my paper permit from the DMV. He said "Happy Birthday" and walked back to his car and drove off.
Everyone knew his name, but I can only remember his first name because it's the same as my dad's, 'Jim'.
I'm convinced to this day that he knew I finally had a license and wanted to let me know how he rolled. We need decent cops like this guy these days.
this is THE best thread of the year! Better than Xmas.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVgwGQkHXqs
Gotta agree. There's a couple of books in this thread.
Who knew hedgers were such delinquents? Make the author look like little miss prissy.
I'm only a lowly 90s kid, and we still set things on fire. Recently for Chinese New Year's, my neighborhood had a lot of activity in the fireworks department. Fuck yeah. Neighbor had lit some good shit - I go outside to check it out. The guy who lit it was thoroughly enjoying the firework. So was I. Two girls with him whipped out the cell phone and were videoing the thing. Made me cringe. That firework is burning for you too, ja stupid cunt.
I'm a 70's kid. Mid Atlantic. Dad used to hustle fireworks out of his step van every 4th, for extra dough. Then, put on the best neighborhood fireworks show with the unsold stock. I mean over a hundred gathered around to watch the show. It was fucking unreal.
Then one year, he's parked downtown. Sees two guys. Hey fellas, wanna buy some fireworks? What you have? Everything! And he opens the back door of the step van. Vice cops. Damn. Police had the best fireworks show that year.
Just curious Moe, why'd you say that to her?
Hellfire! I once sat on the trunk of a Belvedere with a Gravely mower blade across my lap and all was well until the neighbor lady driving the car decided to accelerate to discourage a car-chasing dog.
I tried with all my might to keep my butt affixed to the trunk lid by digging my heels into the bumper- but I failed.
It was a dirt road and I hit heels, ass, and head in that order.
I think (hope) she forgot I was back there. I remember hoisting the mower blade over my head, and waking up in the middle of the road, on my back.
What I'm tryin' to tell you Moe is that you can and will survive things you can't even imagine- and that's not necessarily a good thing.
The most noticeable scar I still carry from is where I rode on the trunk of a friends car to the neighbor's house when her cousin Amy was visiting from Texas. I told him to slow down and I would jump off. He hadn't slowed down yet and I didn't jump enough to clear the asphalt. That month I spent with my jaw wired shut is the first time I realized that people don't really pay attention; me (until then) included.
Fukn progressive liberal democraps.... Fukem.
geez...I did them all. We had a thing once a week in public school called "church school" where we'd take the school bus to the catholic school. The nuns would slap our hands with a ruler for being bad.
In school, we'd have air raid drills in case of a nuclear attack. We'd go out in the hall, sit against the wall, and cover our heads with our arms. I guess if the school was vaporized, that would protect us.
lol why am I not surprised that most people on this board had interesting childhoods... buncha deviants lol keep up the good work...
In the summer of 63 at age 6, I went swiming in the local river. Alone. Mom didn't care. Today, the parent would have been arrested.
Guess I missed the correct spelling of "yeah". Sorry.
my wife hides the yearbook cause too many stories.
When we were 12 years old (1978) we would load rifles and shotguns into my friend's father's car, and his 16 year-old brother would drive us to an empty lot on the edge of town, where we would shoot at cans, bottles, trees, squirrels and targets.
One time a police patrol-car came by. He stopped, asked who owned the guns and the car. We told him, and he left.
If we did that today we'd probably be dead at the hands of a fucking Federal anti-terror task force.
How many of us remeber being so pissed drunk and being stopped by the cops while driving home? Most of the time they would give you a ride or pick the least pissed kid to drive everybody else home.
The worst thing they could threaten you with was ratting you out to your old man back then. He would handle things appropriately.
Now they prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law, or maybe just a scosh more. Then they make you go to a head shrink and set about ruining your life just for good measure. And they nail your old man to a cross for good measure.
yes! it was fun watching trying not to crack a smile.
When I was 19 the drinking age was 21. When I was 20 the drinking age was 21. When I turned 21, they dropped the drinking age to 18.
I got caught drinking and driving 7 times by time I was 21. I talked nice with the cops and they talked nice with me. They let me go home all 7 times. I never had an accident. Stayed in my own lane no matter how pissed I was. And now it's 45 years later, I haven't had a beer in 8 years, and I 'still' have never had an accident.
BUT... a guy I knew who was 3 years older than me... he got charged with drinking and driving 21 times by time he was 21 (he was also drinking underaged on every occasion, on top of the drunk driving). He was paying fines as outrageous at $50 for these infractions. Finally, on the 21st occasion, the judge stripped his drivers licence for an entire month. Through it all, he never had an accident either. 69 year old Bob lives in Calgary now and is in fine shape.
When I turned 19 (beer & wine age) we had to tell the waitress I had turned 21 (hard liqueur age) to explain why we were celebrating. I had been in that bar too long to tell her I had just turned 19.
Good ol' boys, country bar would serve us, but they would never let us buy carry out. I later figure out they knew we were under age, and they were keeping an eye on us.
Our greatest challenge was curfew. That was at 10:00 and the one theater movie house got out at 11:00. The trick was to walk home in a group so when the cops showed up you scattered hoping someone would make it home. The cops got wise to our ploy and had multiple units stationed at our usual escape routes.
Once my friend, a star member of the track team was determined to make it. I volunteered as decoy with my bike making my capture fast. The others ran in all different directions. My friend dressed in black and ran though fields, jumping in culverts and over fences managed to out fox them and made it home.
Our Ojai Police Blotter was read on Jonny Carson often. " Five juveniles were apprehended breaking curfew. One was not. " was listed next to the ongoing " Banner street dog was once again, barking." listing.We were so proud!
Miffed;-)
Ojai? Do the names Nordhoff, Meiner's Oaks, Casitas Springs, Boccalis, Deer Lodge and Highway 33 mean anything to you?
Wow, brings back memories! Went to St Thomas Aquinas and I graduated from Villanova. Hung out with lots of kids from Meiners oaks that went to Nordhoff. Scrappy bunch. We all got hauled off to juvie a couple of times when our Huck Finn adventures went bad pissing my parents off mightily. I think they thought a kid growing up in the Arbolada should have shown more discernment as to her friends. But I was a tom boy looking for adventure.
My greatest memories are living in Ojai. My brother too. He still has a condo there. I was back a few years ago. Do you know Bart's Books was still there? Unfortunately the stick candy was no longer a penny.
Miffed;-)
Haha... "the least pissed kid". Were you ever that guy? Neither was I.
I was. My escapades were always with family.
Other than one beer, I never did anything else that would be considered dangerous. I was the kid that fearfull dads allowed to date their daughters. I was the 'nice guy'. Still am, but now have a bit of an attitude.
I saw a T-Shirt that says "Wooden Spoon Survivor"
My brother needs that one. I was the good kid!
I actually find making my kids run laps to be pretty productive. But yeah, that's why we bought acreage in the country, because subvdivisions are looking more and more like zombieland.
But yeah, that's why we bought acreage in the country, because subvdivisions are looking more and more like zombieland.
Subdivisions...best Canadian export ever....https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf8jvSPA3XQ
Wooden spoons are for girly-girls. My mom used a wire coat-hanger...
My mother once slapped me for something I had said. I told her, "that didn't hurt". Big mistake. I got another slap immediately. Needless to say, that sucker hurt. I quickly decided that it would be a really bad idea to repeat my comment that I had made about the first slap.
Mom once broke a plastic rifle over my brother'e head. We learned not to fuck with mom when she ran out of valium...
I had a friend whose Mom actually threw a steak knife at one of his brothers. Mother of 4 boys, her husband had passed away when the oldest boy was 12. This was maybe 18 to 24 months post hubby.
What was she thinking? lol. Could you blame her in the early 60's?
My military mom used a military web belt, complete with buckle, and she wasn't too judicious in it's use. Once, around age six. the buckle caught me in the nuts while I was getting the bare assed whipping. Dropping to the floor and writhing in pain was an effective end to that particular incident.
Ah, that's nothing......my Mom used a steel spatula with slots in it on my bare ass.........a true attitude adjuster......
When my oldest daughter turned 18 back in the '80s I bought her a 12 ga. shotgun for her birthday present. If I did that today I'd be invited on Good Morning America to be paraded out as a lunatic father. Fuck those Progressives.
Yeah because you waited 8 years too long before buying one!
She had mine to play with.
When I was 17, the week after I graduated high school a friend and I hitch-hiked from DC to Daytona and after a few days there hitched a ride to Tampa. A few days there and then back to Daytona, and then back up to DC. Then we did it up to Boston and back.
Gasp...
When I was 15 (72,73ish) I told my mom I'd be back in 4 days, going to a friends. We hitchhiked to Watkins Glen, NY for a 3 day concert with about 250,000 other folks. Where a "buddy" of mine slipped me a hit of mescaline and I was tripping for a day or so of the concert. Yeah, it's a bit different these days.
In 73 I told mom I'm off for a week or two. Told sisters to do the chores. Spent the next two weeks hiking around the area, I think I covered about two hundred miles while exploring old mines and ghost towns. Found a lot of desert springs that most don't know about and found two hard rock gold mine attempts in the foothills of the San Bernardino mountains. Learned a lot in those two weeks. Was at my near prime, and left with nothing but a large knife, levi cut-offs, and a tee shirt...no shoes, no water, no food, nothing else. Desert average temperature in those two weeks was 100+. Ate lizards, snakes, quail, doves and a haunch off of someone's recently dead burro. Once I found water flooding a mine I had it made.
Can't imagine doing that today, everywhere I went then is now private property, including the water filled mine.
That is interesting. Isn't it strange no one hitchhikes any more? Why is this?Met a lot of interesting people that way. I can't say I have picked up anyone in years and not sure if I would now. I guess it's a different world.
Miffed
Why? The propaganda of fear that promotes RAMtrack and Greyhound.
I stopped picking up hitchers after the one who got spitting mad at me for 'lusting after his wives'. Actually spitting as he yelled.
My dad quit picking them up after one said, 'this is a nice car. you must be a drug dealer. you've probably got heroin under the seat to get me hooked' and then flipped out.
I stopped picking up hitchers after the one who got spitting mad at me for 'lusting after his wives'. Actually spitting as he yelled.
My dad quit picking them up after one said, 'this is a nice car. you must be a drug dealer. you've probably got heroin under the seat to get me hooked' and then flipped out.
Yo Miffed, the last time I hitchhiked was in '08 with a friend of mine in Mendocino county, CA. We backacked the north leg of the lost coast trail and only rolled with one car (you need another car on the other side to get yer ass home). Started hitchhiking, and a lot of fully tinted pick-up trucks roll by. And smell like the flower the did! Eventually we made it to the car over the course of a day and a half, having the fortune to spend the night at a real campground in between rides.
It's not that long ago, but as you said, it feels like an entirely different world already. I don't think anyone picks up hitchhikers anymore.
I had a Pinto wagon without a trunk and I didn't want to leave my shotgun out while I was in class, so I broke it down and put it in my gym bag, and kept it in my locker all day. Deer season, of course.
the Pinto, or the shotgun? If the former, you are lucky it wasn't struck by a Mack truck, while in your gym bag.
Tell us what crazy stuff you did as a child.
shoting other people and cars with fireworks
running over castle walls
throwing eggs outside of the window , throwing burning airlines outside of the window (11 floor)
and ofc i destroyed some windows in the school with balls
xd
it was such fun time
I misread 13 as "throwing snakes in the river" which would be a little crazy. You only do that with skunks.
Dave Packard of HP fame grew up in Colorado and his best time as a kid was spent blowing things up.
It bothers me that kids don't like to blow things up anymore. That's just not right.
In blowing shit up, we learn how/why not to blow shit up.
Lenore Skenazy, Reason: Computer science student Zach Anderson, 19, met a girl, 17, on the "Hot or Not?" app. He was from Elkhart, Indiana. She was 20 minutes over the border in Niles, Michigan. They hooked up. Once. But it turned out the girl was really 14. She'd lied to Anderson and also in her profile. Now Zach sits in a Michigan jail, serving 90 days. When he gets out he will be on the Sex Offender Registry for 25 years. The girl readily admitted that she lied about her age, and in this WSBT-TV interview her mother admitted that Anderson "didn't do anything my daughter didn't do." Everyone agrees the encounter was completely consensual. The only reason the police became involved at all is because the girl suffers from epilepsy, and when she didn't come home as quickly as expected her mom worried and called the cops for help.
Make sure you ID your women and consult with your local PD before engaging in coitus. It's very easy to go to jail today by having sex. I would also recommend getting consent forms signed prior to intercourse orally or otherwise. Also have at least one friend of both parties present and make sure you have video proof. And enjoy your freedom.
A guy is on the short end of a stick on that one. When I was young met a gal in a bar and we went out and had fun. A few weeks later my buddy met her in the same bar, she was drinking but not drunk. He took her out too.
The next day her dad called me. I said last I saw her was at the bar. He said she is only 15. Holy shit. We were only 18 or 20 ourselves. My buddy just about had a heart attack.
She was looking for it. That is a problem, some girls are just desiring to get laid and won't hesitate to do what it takes, yet the guy ends up in the slammer. The gal I am referring to appeared and acted like a 20 year old and being in a bar, you would assume she would have gotten carded.
LOL! You just admitted to having sex with a 15 year old on the the internet!
Go to bed and hope you don't go to jail dummy.
I said I had fun. Didn't admit to getting laid.
Besides, that was 45 years ago. I don't think there is much of a case on that one. :)
I hope not because you seem like a decent guy for a pedophile.
Sorry, comedic opportunity just rules everthing.
An Eighteen Year Old boning a Fifteen Year Old is not an act of pedophillia. It is STATUTORY (BY LAW) RAPE because the girl does not have the legal authority GRANTED BY...THE STATE... to consent.
Now if it had been a Eighteen Year Old having sex with a Ten Year Old, a CHILD who has not even reached the onset of menses, then that is pedophillia.
But a Twelve Year Old having sex with a Ten Year Old is not unheard of. Does that mean that the Thirteen Year Old is a Pedophile? No. It is precocious Sex Play.
Just how can anybody codify laws when there are so many shades of grey? It makes no sense.
Each need be evaluated on a case by case basis and there is no real standard for fairness. Thus hw can it be codified?
Reading about the incident where the man was jailed and is labeled as a sex offender because a Fifteen Year Old Girl lied about her age demnstrates the injustice. She had most likely reached the onset of menses and was acting on her hormonal instincts to reproduce...using deception to lure a potential mate.
Obviously a 30 Year Old needs not have sex with a Fifteen Year Old...or even worse a Ten Tear Old.
I lnow a man who was 21 when he knocked up a 16 Year Old. He had, not one, but two, children with her.
He is no pedophile. His two young daughters, now Seven and Five, are quite well adjusted and are not at risk of any harm. He takes care of his daughters as his Girlfriend abandoned them. He is turning Thirty shortly. He works every day and provides for his offspring. She never grew up.
Yet the STATE, had it been prosecuted (It seems that they cannot add, thank God), would have declared him as a Sex Offender?
Far be that. He is not a pervert.
He was a kid when he knocked her up and they were at equivalent maturity in development. He grew up.
She did not and remained an irresponsible kid.
When in doubt go with a cougar
Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn would be imprisoned and/or fined and be required to do 25 hours of community service for calling Joe an Injun.
Lots of things you can't say any more, and "having a gay old time" has taken on a completely different meaning.
Good luck in getting Benny Hill or most of Monty Python skits on the air, or their movies.
All thanks to the Ministry of Silly Rules, and their wankers, plonkers and feminists. Not to mention the splitters at the Popular Zionist Front, or the Zionist Popular Front.
Mention Nigger Jim and you'll be pilloryed on sight.
I remember listening to Journey on my Sony walkman while I delivered papers. Bumpered a ride home afterward. Sometime the fucking cop would speed up cuz he could see I was in a hurry.
Edit. Awesome fucking song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMD8hBsA-RI
I remember trying to figure out how to work a cassette tape that came out right after 8 tracks. Had me stumped until a girl showed me how to put it into a player, then spent fifteen minutes showing me how to unfuck the god damned thing with a pencil.
I like this article. It shows the decline of the culture.
The kids in our neighborhood were hellions. Other than a few broken bones, black eyes, and bloody noses, we all made it out alive.
Amazing I am still alive !!!
I did all those things as a kid. It was the best way to grow up. Built our own tree houses, played football and baseball without protective gear, couldn't afford the stuff.
In the spring built rafts and polled them down streams and ponds. I still can't swim.
In the winter would hang onto car bumpers and slide behind.
The writer Daisy must be quite a gal having done all those things and not being raised by .gov or in a foster home.
There are "wild kids" in our neighborhood. It is an otherwise boring suburban neighborhood, and by today's standards, you would think would be full of the repressed kids and helicopter parents that are discussed above. Some (not all) of the local kids are "free range". They play till dark or after in the park behind our house, and their games are not unlike the politically incorrect ones I played as a kid a zillion years ago. They climb fences to catch lizards, and aren't afraid to ring our doorbell to ask if they can scramble through our back yard climbing the fence to catch more lizards. They talk to strangers. They chase each other on bikes (albeit with helmets on...sigh). I don't know their parents, but I'd sure like to buy them a drink or two. I hope the cops don't catch them!
In fifth grade we learned to shoot .22 rifles next to our school, as an extra-curricular activity. Also learned origami and the art of cutting manditory extra-curricular activities to go home early.
What happened to make people go so fucking crazy?
Multiculturalism, diversity, and liberalism (socialism).
-No one agrees. We have no common ground any longer as a country.
-People feel like they don't fit in
-There is no value placed on the family unit
-There is no connection to the country
-Everyone feels entitled
-Judging is no longer socially acceptable because there are no more boundaries
-The poor are favored over the productive
What happened to make people go so fucking crazy?
Civil Litigation and the resultant restrictive Laws which were the consequence.
The response to Civil Litigation was that the Insurance Companies lobbyists pressed the Legislatures to pass more restrictive laws to criminalize activities in order to protect themselves from paying out as many judgments.
If your eye was shot out, as a kid, by your neighbor's kid, then who pays for the Medical costs?
If you CRIMINALZE the activity then Law Enforcement has the legal authority to step in and prevent some of the injurious behavior before it causes injury...as the thinking goes.
I grew up in western PA. When I was 16, my friends and I would drive to the nearest strip mine and practice target shooting with shot guns and rifles of varying calibers. Those were good times. Hell, before I could drive I was riding motorcycles through those same strip mines all day long. And Fighting in school was a sport. What else...maybe I'll just stop there.
Got paddled with a wooden paddle with holes in high school for looking at the coach cross eyed.
Embedded firecrackers in mud balls and had a war with friends.
Threw rocks at the kid next door cause he looked retarded. Then he creamed me with a huge rotten breadfruit.
Shot rabbits with a 22 and cooked them on a fire in the woods.
OH shit. We would have guy 1 chat up guy 2 while guy 3 would put a firecracker in a cow patty, behind guy 2. Or, we would put a firecracker in the end of a broom and chase someone, then, extend the broom at the last second so the cracker would light his ass up. what fun.
this is the best thread ever.
1. Left guns in the open in our cars in the school parking lot
2. Sold shotgun shell reloads at school.
3. Middle school show and tell was how to clean a rifle
4. And then there was all the crazy stuff we did
As a 9 y.o., I walked 1-2 miles to the town pool, and the cinema for a Sunday matinee -- all by myself.
Hell, my parents made my 6 y.o. sister and I (5) walk to the store 200 yards away, to get a 3L jug of wine.
As 10 y. olds, my 2 buddies and I would make Carbide pop cans (that made a nice bang), we'd have a day camp in the nearby forrest; we'd steal some apples, corn and potatoes from a farmer, and cook up the corn and spuds in the camp fire, and feel like real Robin Hoods.
As a teenager I'd hitchhike all over the place. N.P. Lap-belts? Optional. Drinking Age was 18. Got ticketed for an illegal right turn on red and not looking for the car coming through the green light and swerving to avoid hitting me, when I was quite plastered.
Having unprotected sex with two Swedish blondes made you a BMOC (Big Man On Campus), not an international fugitive, hiding in some embassy, to avoid extradition. And extradition for any kind of sex -- are you fucking kidding?
Ah, the good old days. Fuck you, FemiNazi Liberals!
Did all but 13. Never saw snakes in the river to throw rocks at.
Yes, kids these days are kept pretty tame. My sister-in-law won't even let me tell her girls STORIES of what their dad and I used to do.
Before age 12: 3,4,6,9,10,14,15,16,17,18,19, 24,25
In junior high school: walking home from school through a mile of woods which were wild enough to contain a few snakes and lots of spiders. Also running outside to take mile-long runs in the middle of thunderstorms. While not so muddy that Mom had to wash me off with a hose, I came home WET enough that I was forced to strip off my soaking clothes in the laundry room before entering the house. The mud usually was confined to my good school shoes, from wading through creek beds. This I cunningly did on Thursday afternoons, so that when my mother wanted to borrow my shoes for the weekend, she had to clean them first.
I waited until college for riding around in the back of open pickup trucks and skinny-dipping in mountain lakes and streams. Also numerous other things which were also illegal then, but not as likely to get you shot by the police as they are now.
And honestly, I was quite sober, shy, respectable and TIMID compared to my friends. I also graduated both high school and college magna cum laude, so I can testify that having a few small adventures is no barrier to academic success.
How in the world is a young woman who doesn't learn to yell "RIPCORD!" and jump out of 2nd story windows as a child, going to clamber up onto her roof and shame her contractors into doing what she's paying them for ripping and re-shingling when she's older? People who lack courage become targets and victims. God help them, because their fellow men surely won't.
I did all of that.
Also played doctor with same age neighbor girls without going to jail or needing sensitivity counseling. Besides, they were just as curious.
My best friend's dad was a plumber and a reloader. We were pipe bomb experts in our teens. Something that would land us in prison these days.
You reminded me of playing with black powder, we were very careful with it. Those Red M-80 with the red fuse that were waterproof and left nice little waterspouts. Worst thing I ever did was out run a resident state trooper on snowy roads I knew like the back of my hand and he didn't. In a milisecond "Firght or Flee" took over as my license was under suspension. Can't make those snap decisions anymore.
This winter, while working out in West Texas, I heard these retired people talking at the next table at the restaurant. The lady said, "Kids aren't allowed to take guns to school anymore." The guy said, "Really!! Why not?!" She said, "I don't know! We took guns to school and we turned out alright." He said, "Yeah, we used to take guns to school so we could go hunting after school."
Then, this spring I was in Pennsylvania and at an antique store they had this little gun that you pinned to a diaper, as a toy. It actually shot little bullets. Well, naturally, I had to buy it. The guy who wrapped it up for me got all upset that anyone would have invented such a horrible toy!
People get so emotional about guns these days.
And yet they are the number one item on the national budget!
First day of High School, 1973. I had to ride a bus from my town to the next, twenty three miles and two hours away. Sitting in the bus waiting for it to pull up and park, a kid rides up on a horse. Prinicpal comes out and takes his pistols. End of the day, sitting on the bus, waiting for it to pull out into the lane to leave. Kid rides up on his horse from the FFA stables, principal comes out and hands him his pistols, puts them in his holsters and trots off across the parking lot.
This town is the home of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans but, today, you'd never know it.
Freshman year 1969, in a city of 100,000, rifle class carried their .22 long rifles on city busses. No drama.
Fuck this pussy future.
We use to dump bleach in the school zone and lite up the tires. We called it the school zone muscle car drag strip. The younger school kids loved it. By the time police arrived, we were gone.
/lol
I'm calling the cops on you for promoting dangerous ideas. And you are a racist.
As kids, we used to play tag with mouse-traps. If you threw your mouse-trap at a buddy while you were chasing him and it snapped on him or his clothing, he was "it". Also waded into ponds at the local golf course to retrieve golf balls, clean them up, then sell them back to the golfers before we were chased off by the Management.
Good times.
Playing ice hockey on a neighbors pond with a dozen friends, then walking home without getting arrested or molested.
I got 24 out of 25.
#21 is the only one I didn't do.
You missed a few:
#26- Setting fields afire with a magnifying glass.
#27- Exploring abandoned/condemned properties.
#28- Taping coins to the railroad tracks.
#29- Climbing culm banks.
#30- Spellunking in the abandoned coal mines.
Ditto.
Today's society/culture is so sclerotic, so brittle, it has no ability to flex.
It's going to shatter into a zillion pieces.
My favorite was tackle football in the mud after an especially big downpour.
Made money by mowing lawns or by pulling a wagon of garden vegetables around and selling them to housewives when I was 12 or so.
I also remember leaving the elementary school at lunch every day in 3rd grade and biking home so my mom could make me soup and sandwich and I could watch Jeopardy. Schools weren't locked-down mini-concentration camps back then.
BB Gun wars, burning "stuff", finding an old porn mag and dividing up all the pics, burning stuff with a magnifying glass, putting things in the road to freak out drivers, stealing anything that wasn't nailed down and painted whether you knew what it was or not, smashing pumpkins on Haloween, smoking cigars we found at a friends house, blowing up condoms into watermellon sized baloons and leaving them on the gym floor, snapping a guy in the ass in the shower room with a wet towel, playing "smear the queer" at recess, vandalism (as a passtime), drinking liquor and puking behind the local store, riding around in a car drinking beer instead of going to school, gut punching each other as a "surprise", shaving an especially gullible kids head with an electric razor to see how it looked.
Yeah, I miss those carefree days.
Ah, to be young and slightly unbalanced again........sigh.
Hahahaha...smear the queer...I haven't heard that phrase in YEARS! DECADES!!