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Who else did something like this as a kid?

The list of stupid things I did when I was young is way too long.

cutting school in the snow is something you only do once...... feet are frozen before 10 AM :rolleyes:

there was another time I cut school, no snow on the ground, but I fell through the ice on a frozen pond........My God, I was retarded
 
just like riding your 10 speed with the spiked foot pedals and your foot slips and your shin starts bleeding or your ankle hits the edge of the bolt on pedals . those were the days i f##king miss them
 
When I was a young lad, my Dad's property was on the edge of a mesa. It was terraced, so that you had not just one chance to kill yourself, but three! Along with the five-foot-tall barbed wire fence and the irrigation ditch at the very bottom that was the property line between us and a local veterinarian. It had the typical Colorado desert scrub brush, plus the joy of dime-sized cockleburrs that would get anywhere and everywhere! We also had an old Willys CJ-3B that Dad let me pretty much do whatever with. Part of that "whatever" was driving it up and down the mesa! With 45-degree slopes and loose rock, it was always a coin-flip it I'd meet the Grim Reaper on any particular day! Oh, and there was NO roll bar, no seat belts, no helmets...just no protection at all. God Bless, that was fun! Learned the joys of working a three-speed manual and using that 4-Lo range. A lot!

Across the street, I'd tow my little sister and brother around on the snow behind the CJ on a 4-foot-diameter plastic disc that looked like a giant wok. Nice, big open field that was roughly two acres or so.

Probably the sketchiest bit of fun was me being the weight on a gravel rake my Dad would use to smooth out the gravel driveway at home and his business!
 
cutting school in the snow is something you only do once...... feet are frozen before 10 AM :rolleyes:

there was another time I cut school, no snow on the ground, but I fell through the ice on a frozen pond........My God, I was retarded
AND YOU'RE ADMITTING TO THIS?? DDAAMMMNNNN MARK!! :rofl:
 
AND YOU'RE ADMITTING TO THIS?? DDAAMMMNNNN MARK!! :rofl:

well......why we are at it

when I was 15 I bought a 69 buick skylark for some "Dukes of Hazzard" action........ wound up in a high speed chase on the white horse pike...... busted up the car in a plowed farm field 1/2 mile from freedom...... so close to bragging rights, maybe it was all for the best

I even remember the date, April 4th 1980...... it was Good Friday night and raining..... I basically got a slap on the wrist, the good old days
 
I'd like to add....... by the time I got my driver's license, I was quite responsible; no drinking, ever; and no nonsense behind the wheel. I think the only speeding ticket I ever got was like 44 in a 30 zone or something similar
 
That’s awesome! Oh hell yeah! We did that! In the fields, through our wooded trails (didn’t work it well) frozen lake in the winter and even tied the saucer to a boat! That didn’t work out well either!

We also built a ramp at the end of the dock. Rode our bikes about as far back as we could and launched into the lake! Pain getting the bikes back but fun stuff!
 
kids today only get bad eye sight and sore thumbs and is missing life
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When my children were babies I put them in a plastic laundry basket and then attached my belt to the end of the basket. I slid them all around the house on the carpet.
 
My grandparents had a long stairway to the basement, made of polished wood. Grandpa had a mattress from a tractor sleeper cab that we kids used as a sled to slide down the stairs. Defying Death at every turn...well, no turns, just a straight shot to a hard concrete floor! Me, my siblings and my cousins loved to slide down those polished stairs! And my Grandpa would be at the bottom, I think he was waiting for one of us to somehow fall forward on the mattress and tumble down the stairs, maybe to catch us? He was a big, strong man...he probably COULD catch us! Man, that was fun!
 
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Not sure this counts because I wasn't a kid (at least in official age - I'm still 13 mentally :poke: ):

So: Mid 1990's. My 73 Road Runner had been mostly done for a couple of years but I entered it in a car show and then worked my *** off to finish the interior. Go to the show and lots of people stopped to appreciate the car and I was so excited! The car show was in my local town and they shut down main street for all the cars.
So it is time to leave, and my father-in-law is in the car with me. As we are driving out, there is a large crowd egging on cars to do burnouts about 50 yards before they exit the barricaded part of main street. The car in front of me does this lame chirp and heads out. So I line lock the car and just burn the tires off for 10 seconds or so. The crowd goes wild cheering me on as tire smoke fills the area. I get off of it and slowly pull forward to the traffic light. Right there is a cop looking quite pissed, arms folded, and staring right at me.
When the light turned green I put putted away nice and slowly! It was a great night for sure!!! :thumbsup:
 
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This one especially drives home something I've thought quite a bit about over the years...
Ours were indeed some of the last "innocent times" - when kids could still just be kids and
grow up as such, devoid of all the "acceptance" crap society was hellbent we all accept to come.
Boys were boys, girls were girls and all we had to do was be kids...

I am very sad for the last 25 years of all the "woke" **** that kids have had to deal with as they
were brought into this world - not to mention their being introduced to all the technologies that encourage
kids be exposed to the world (with all the ugly possible within it).

Yes, we were the last blessed to grow up when we did - and no, we had no idea we were the last.
Breaks my heart...
 
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This one especially drives home something I've thought quite a bit about over the years...
Ours were indeed some of the last "innocent times" - when kids could still just be kids and
grow up as such, devoid of all the "acceptance" crap society was hellbent we all accept to come.
Boys were boys, girls were girls and all we had to do was be kids...

I am very sad for the last 25 years of all the "woke" **** that kids have had to deal with as they
were brought into this world - not to mention their being introduced to all the technologies that encourage
kids be exposed to the world (with all the ugly possible within it).

Yes, we were the last blessed to grow up when we did - and no, we had no idea we were the last.
Breaks my heart...
Well said sir...couldn't agree more
 
I can't think of a single tomboy I knew from when I was a kid that didn't become a normal, non-confused woman. In fact, one became a stunningly beautiful woman that I didn't recognize at the 20-year reunion.
 
how about capture the flag . or one , two , three, red light . we had the best childhood
 
I can't think of a single tomboy I knew from when I was a kid that didn't become a normal, non-confused woman. In fact, one became a stunningly beautiful woman that I didn't recognize at the 20-year reunion.
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When we were in college, 4 of us (at the same time) crouched and held on to the back bumper of my buddies Dart and we "skied' on our feet. He drug us around and fishtailed around the frozen streets up in the Pocono mountains. At one point we hit a patch of cinders and wiped out. Don't know how fast we were going but it felt fast enough as we rolled and tumbled to a stop in the ditch!
Bumper skiing, buddy of mine done it behind a police car down main street cop had no idea he was back there. Small town fun.
 
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