The good old days

[FishingCop]

Ha, remembered a few other things.... after a good snow, we would stand by the side of the road (residential) wait for a car to turn the corner then run up behind it, grab the bumper and (skitch) behind the car - crouched down and sliding along the snow covered road on our shoes while holding onto the bumper - lots of fun Ha, had to be careful not to be directly behind the traction tire or you got a face full of snow.... oh, and no helmets

Also hitch-hiked to high school 8 miles away everyday - the bus wasn't fun and took to long. Back then, hitch-hiking was the only way to get around until you turned 16 and "maybe" got a car - I was lucky and had a car shortly after I turned 16. Ha, each friend (usually 2-3) pitched in a buck for gas and we would cruise all night and still had gas left over ($24 cents per gallon) Camels or Lucky Strikes were 26 cents a pack) ,,Ah yes, the fun days of growing up in the early 60's sock hops, sneaking beer from your dad's stash, eating a midnight snack at the local all night cafe, drive in movies with your girl, then meet up with the guys before going home by midnight. Fun times. Born in 1949, had two older brothers so I learned fast and was taught well

 

[huntinfool]

Amen.

 

[Y_J]

Zum reminded me of this one when he mentioned the red berried.. Ever take a bicycle spoke and stuff a match head into it followed by one of them red berries? We would shoot each other with these berry guns by holding a match to the end of the spoke to ignite the match head inside and shoot the berry out.. Had a blast (pun intended)

 

[FishingCop]

Zum reminded me of this one when he mentioned the red berried.. Ever take a bicycle spoke and stuff a match head into it followed by one of them red berries? We would shoot each other with these berry guns by holding a match to the end of the spoke to ignite the match head inside and shoot the berry out.. Had a blast (pun intended)

Never did that, but used to fill the end of the spoke (after turning the end around backwards) with gun powder from a shotgun shell then force in one of the bb's from the shell into the end (bird shot I think) then fire it off by lighting the match Also used to make zip guns with a car radio antenna and a .22 shell. Never wore a helmet for that either

Also, used to take to pop bottle caps, fill them with film from a camera and a bunch od strike anywhere match heads, wrap it up tightly with tape. When you trhough it onto a hard surface (Sidewalk, etc) it would ignite and made a great smoke bomb.

 

[JMichael]

Also, used to take to pop bottle caps, fill them with film from a camera and a bunch od strike anywhere match heads, wrap it up tightly with tape. When you trhough it onto a hard surface (Sidewalk, etc) it would ignite and made a great smoke bomb.

We use to do the spoke thing with match heads but we never tried firing a projectile from them, just did it for the bang when they went off.

One of the older guys that ran with our group had been a chemistry nut growing up and the rest of us learned early on from him that sugar + potassium nitrate made a monster smoke bomb. I can tell you this, you can take 1 cup of mix in a small jar, then stick the butt end of a lit cigarette into the mix until it stands up, place this behind a toilet in the bathroom at the local theater, and when it ignites, it will empty that theater until the next day. :shock:

 

[SumDumGuy]

Remember the cell phones we had as kids? Hmmm..... neither do I.

Think how "advanced" our society will be in the next 10 or 20 years.

 

[KMixson]

Remember the cell phones we had as kids? Hmmm..... neither do I.

Think how "advanced" our society will be in the next 10 or 20 years.

I remember the cell phones. It was two cans tied together with a string stretched tight between the cans.

 

[BloodStone]

This is easy enough to sum up...
The older generations by & large never considered themselves "victims" while growing up. We weren't raised with an entitlement mentality but, one of rugged individualism & responsibility with a gratitude for growing up in America where your success or failure in life depended largely on YOU, your ambitions & your drive. JFK's inspiring speech of; "ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country" has been replaced by a socialistic collective message encouraging the masses to sit on their butts & wait for help/"freebies" from Uncle Sam.
We went from "Proud to be an American," to "Hello, I'm an American & I'm sorry."


The Eagles song "Get Over It" (lyrics by Don Henley) sums it up best;

"I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me."
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin & your daddy's too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash.
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash.
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight.
You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, Get over it

It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it."

 

[HANGEYE]

Flushed a CHERRY BOMB down the toilet in Jr. High. That got me a painful vacation.
Climb the water tower and throw eggs at cars.
Sneak into the basement of the local tavern to "have a couple with the boys". Also painful.
Pitching pennies down by the sweet shop.
Hopping the train to get from one town to the next.
12 years old, in a boat with an outboard motor BUY MYSELF. Oh the horror.
At 15 I took my dads truck to go ice fishing with out permission, (BAD) didn't get back in time for dad to go to work (WORSE).
At 13, hunting with a 20ga single shot by myself.
How did we ever manage to survive?

 

[FishingCop]

Walking home on the third rail - had to be careful jumping on and off
Putting pennies on the track then trying to find them flattened out after the train went by
smoking in the boys room
transistor radios to keep up on Splish Splash, Hound Dog, Johnny B Good, etc.
ditching lunch at school to grab a smoke
stealing the root beer mugs from the A&W and Dog N Suds
double dating at the drive in movie, sex in both front and back seats at the same time

Ah, the memories

 

[lovedr79]

ahh the zip gun. we also had BB gun wars...... definitely put stuff on the RR tracks. lucky that all of us in the group have both, eyes, 10 fingers and toes still.