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We used to have competitions for who could jump off the swing the highest and furthest. It was a parochial school and we were still in our uniforms and dress shoes during recess. As an adult, if I walk too far in the wrong shoes it hurts the next day.
Even the toys decades ago were far more dangerous. Lawn darts, essentially a weighted javelin you threw into the air and tried to not be under when it came back down. Creepy Crawlers, die-cast heated metal combined with noxious fumes from the goop. And let's not forget the science kits with actually radioactive materials inside.
When I was a kid one of the leisure activities was jumping off a hill.
Though we did stop when one kid broke his arm.
just for that day or...?
I was a nerd wimp buzzkill so I only jumped off halfway down instead of from the top. I was also the one who ran to get help. And I never went back after that so I guess I shouldn't have said 'we' there, because who knows if the others kept doing it.
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MaddocI'm Bobbin Threadbare, are you my mother?Registered Userregular
I feel like even when lawn darts were a thing people already knew they were fucked up
My elementary school had what must have been like 30+ swings in total. Just get as many people on them as you can, and whoever makes it farthest without getting fucking blasted wins.
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StraightziHere we may reign secure, and in my choice,To reign is worth ambition though in HellRegistered Userregular
I bet kids are still doing all of this, we just don't know about it because they're not narcs
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Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
kids used to play mumbly peg. a game that involves throwing literal knives
Lawn darts.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
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I wonder, as a father, how I’ll feel about letting my kid wander outside on his own and at what age I’ll feel comfortable doing so (he’s 2 now, for reference). I remember being given a pretty long leash as a kid. I would ride my bike all over town around age 10 or so with no rules set in place regarding how far to go, where to go, or when to be back home.
I was also a dork who always came home before dark anyway, which is probably what granted me a lot of that autonomy.
lawn darts are like an actual game. in ye olden days you would get some kids together, take out your knives, because I guess every kid had one, draw a circle, and just start tossing your knives into it.
We used to have competitions for who could jump off the swing the highest and furthest. It was a parochial school and we were still in our uniforms and dress shoes during recess. As an adult, if I walk too far in the wrong shoes it hurts the next day.
The big huge playground nearby in Germany that we called "the fort" had way larger cargo net structures that any kid had a right to be clambering around in.
I think those are still used today..
We’ve got one of these at the local playground here. I climbed up a few years ago, out of a desire to reclaim a childhood fun on a structure cooler than anything I had access to growing up. When at the top I wondered:
- how the heck is a kid going to get down safely once they climb up here?
- How the heck am I going to get down?
Hah.. I also climbed one much later and wondered "what the ...?"
Also I distinctly remember slipping once as a child from pretty far up, falling downwards through the entire net, missing the metal coupling pieces with my head barely, then landing on the ground, air knocked out of my lungs for seconds.
I got up, was a bit annoying I had torn my favourite pants a bit, and climbed back up again.
lawn darts are like an actual game. in ye olden days you would get some kids together, take out your knives, because I guess every kid had one, draw a circle, and just start tossing your knives into it.
I did this as a kid. I still haven't adjusted to knife law world.
We had this playground in town for forever growing up. It had these big like Viking boats that were the play style (the local school's mascot is the Vikings) so like one boat had an area you could go under and there were things to do down there and there was a slide on top, one had a swingset built into the side, one had like wooden monkey bars.
A few years back they tore it down and replaced it with more modern stuff (still in the local school's colors at least) I remember getting kicked out of that park for LARPing a bunch and playing on it a few times as a kid and was like "Why would they tear it down? Its a staple!" then I realized it was all wood, and at least 40 years old, probably falling apart.
Then I realized it had insides to all the boats and I bet lots of people did drugs there, or kidnapped kids there.
We used to have competitions for who could jump off the swing the highest and furthest. It was a parochial school and we were still in our uniforms and dress shoes during recess. As an adult, if I walk too far in the wrong shoes it hurts the next day.
Children are made out of rubber
Perhaps a connection between these two stories? hmmmm? lol
Kinda crazy to me in retrospect how when I was a kid I'd just be like "I'm goin' out to play, Ma!"
And she'd just be like "Okay, be careful!"
And then she just wouldn't see me or know where I was or what I was doing for hours and hours. With no cell phones.
And then I'd just come back when it got dark and be like, "I found this tunnel that goes under the street and then I walked over to my school and climbed onto the roof. Also I saw a turtle."
Also what the fuck is the deal with forest porno? Who is leaving all the porno in the forest?!
You were supposed to once you were an adult, but now you've broken the chain and little Jimmy has to make do with the vast reaches of the Internet rather than a Playboy.
Up until about 7th grade or so I lived in a "neighborhood" that was just a handful of streets with one or two houses on each in the middle of the woods.
It was Florida so we had snakes and alligators in the wild plus a ton of canals where the latter like to hang out. My mom swears she saw a panther near our house once, which I never saw but we did live in the part of Florida they're supposed to be in so I guess it could have happened.
I would just wander off into the middle of the woods for the entire day all the time. And my parents were just cool with that. No idea where I was. No idea what I was doing. No way to get in touch with me.
There was no forest nearby where I grew up, just lots of desert, so I had to make do with whatever black bagged magazines got mistakenly delivered to our house.
We used to have competitions for who could jump off the swing the highest and furthest. It was a parochial school and we were still in our uniforms and dress shoes during recess. As an adult, if I walk too far in the wrong shoes it hurts the next day.
Children are made out of rubber
Did your school also have the trick of sliding down the swing as you got higher so the swing was more on your upper back? So that when you did launch you also did a sweet half flip (or landed on your head but was worth the risk for a sweet flip?)
Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
God, looking at porn before internet was so ubiquitous and in every room in the house.
Looks like Cinemax is slightly less fuzzy! Time to maybe see some boobs at 2 AM!
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
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MaddocI'm Bobbin Threadbare, are you my mother?Registered Userregular
I was of the correct age to find porn in the woods
I remember when I was 14 or 15 I had printed out a picture I found on the internet of a lady measuring her naked bust. I don't remember if it was supposed to be porn or educational or whatever, but it didn't matter to me. Anyway, my dad found it, and his response was, "Why don't you just shoplift a Playboy or something like everybody else did at your age, you dumb fuck?"
I think my main "dumb kid" thing was that I did some rock climbing and got overconfident, so at a summer "smart kids schooling" camp, while the group was on a hike, I decided to go off trail and climb this boulder at the top of the mountain.
I promptly forgot most of my training, had both feet on the same ledge (which had loose rocks), and slipped while reaching for a new hand hold while about 10-12 feet up, with lots of edged rocks below me.
Adrenaline kicked in and I planted my feet into the wall, stopping myself by grinding my left shoulder into a rock behind me, scraping about 1/4th of my back in the process.
I threw on my shirt and didn't tell anyone until we got back and I could clean it so that future years might not get to go hiking because I was a fucking moron.
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Children are made out of rubber
just for that day or...?
I was a nerd wimp buzzkill so I only jumped off halfway down instead of from the top. I was also the one who ran to get help. And I never went back after that so I guess I shouldn't have said 'we' there, because who knows if the others kept doing it.
My elementary school had what must have been like 30+ swings in total. Just get as many people on them as you can, and whoever makes it farthest without getting fucking blasted wins.
Lawn darts.
I was also a dork who always came home before dark anyway, which is probably what granted me a lot of that autonomy.
THIS GAME WAS REAL? I thought my grandpa made that shit up.
Hah.. I also climbed one much later and wondered "what the ...?"
Also I distinctly remember slipping once as a child from pretty far up, falling downwards through the entire net, missing the metal coupling pieces with my head barely, then landing on the ground, air knocked out of my lungs for seconds.
I got up, was a bit annoying I had torn my favourite pants a bit, and climbed back up again.
*a child, honing the edge of a craft produced polecleaver*
"This stupid old fuck I just gutted wouldnt stop babbling about 'youth culture'"
I think super technically though, when it hit him it was still airborne, so he was struck by a meteor, but crawled out from under a meteorite.
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I did this as a kid. I still haven't adjusted to knife law world.
A few years back they tore it down and replaced it with more modern stuff (still in the local school's colors at least) I remember getting kicked out of that park for LARPing a bunch and playing on it a few times as a kid and was like "Why would they tear it down? Its a staple!" then I realized it was all wood, and at least 40 years old, probably falling apart.
Then I realized it had insides to all the boats and I bet lots of people did drugs there, or kidnapped kids there.
So yeah the modern stuff isn't so bad.
We played that until my friend's mom got paralyzed from the neck down.
Perhaps a connection between these two stories? hmmmm? lol
And she'd just be like "Okay, be careful!"
And then she just wouldn't see me or know where I was or what I was doing for hours and hours. With no cell phones.
And then I'd just come back when it got dark and be like, "I found this tunnel that goes under the street and then I walked over to my school and climbed onto the roof. Also I saw a turtle."
(That didn't stop me.)
I had this happen with the good christian boy and he threw it in the pond
sad day
You were supposed to once you were an adult, but now you've broken the chain and little Jimmy has to make do with the vast reaches of the Internet rather than a Playboy.
You've doomed him.
It was Florida so we had snakes and alligators in the wild plus a ton of canals where the latter like to hang out. My mom swears she saw a panther near our house once, which I never saw but we did live in the part of Florida they're supposed to be in so I guess it could have happened.
I would just wander off into the middle of the woods for the entire day all the time. And my parents were just cool with that. No idea where I was. No idea what I was doing. No way to get in touch with me.
Did your school also have the trick of sliding down the swing as you got higher so the swing was more on your upper back? So that when you did launch you also did a sweet half flip (or landed on your head but was worth the risk for a sweet flip?)
Looks like Cinemax is slightly less fuzzy! Time to maybe see some boobs at 2 AM!
Interesting. Are your super powers cat based, or wood based? Obviously some form of eye beams (heh) or the ability to see feline ghosts?
I did not know what to make of that.
I promptly forgot most of my training, had both feet on the same ledge (which had loose rocks), and slipped while reaching for a new hand hold while about 10-12 feet up, with lots of edged rocks below me.
Adrenaline kicked in and I planted my feet into the wall, stopping myself by grinding my left shoulder into a rock behind me, scraping about 1/4th of my back in the process.
I threw on my shirt and didn't tell anyone until we got back and I could clean it so that future years might not get to go hiking because I was a fucking moron.