Dangerous Things Kids Used to Do, . . .

Because we weren't wussies.
We tumbled, wrecked, got up, went on.

We got scrapes, gashes, bruises. Went on. Showed it to mom at dinner.

Mom didn't freak--going to the doctor wasn't an option if you were breathing, speaking, and not massively bleeding.

Once I sustained a gash that I think would have qualified for stitches.
My pals were impressed, but mom was not. "Clean it up and put some bandaids on it."

What about hiding your Playboy magazines? That was dangerous to a certain extent.
The people across the street, the dad was in the Air Force.
Whatever that had to do with anything, he had a deck of cards with naked ladies on the picture side. And stacks of Playboy mags.

Their daughter was 12, I was 11. It was like the apple tree in the Garden of Eden, forbidden. So when the parents were away (even maybe in the back yard) we would peek and giggle at those.

It didn't make us prefer females later in life...it was just naughty fun to look at things we knew we weren't supposed to see.
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Originally posted by: Roulette Man
34. Being able to say "Merry Christmas" and sing Christmas songs without creating an incident because we might offend someone who doesn't celebrate Christmas.
Actually that comes under "Things government employees used to instruct kids to do on public property."

Maybe you should start a new thread.


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Originally posted by: forkushV
"Things government employees used to instruct kids to do on public property."

There's always one, . . .


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Originally posted by: DonDiego
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Originally posted by: Roulette Man
"34. Being able to say 'Merry Christmas' and sing Christmas songs without creating an incident because we might offend someone who doesn't celebrate Christmas."

There's always one, . . .


Fixed!
Neutered?
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Originally posted by: Rock'n Rick
She told me to stay after school and write 500 times "I Must Pass My Test Paper in on Time".


Rick


My adventure in repetitive-sentence-punishment was "I will not shoot spitballs at the clock in Mr. Wautlet's classroom". May have been 500 - may have been 1,000 - can't exactly remember, but it seemed like a zillion.

I do remember, however, that Mr. Wautlet's clock was no longer a spitball target after that.

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Originally posted by: Roulette Man
What about hiding your Playboy magazines? That was dangerous to a certain extent.

That reminds me of something I'd completely forgotten about. I forget when it was, but I was still really young, first, second grade?, and we had this huge tree in the woods across the street that had a huge hollowed out trunk, big enough for us to get into. That become our clubhouse, secret hiding place whatever you want to call it. We had all of our "secret stuff" stashed in there which included a couple Playboys. For whatever reason my mom came looking for me one day and sure enough found us and all of our stash. I was mortified that I got busted with with some Playboys, I tried to swear up and down I never looked at 'em..yea right. Turned out I wasn't in as much trouble as I thought, actually none really. I think I got sent home and to my room til dinner or something.
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Originally posted by: jatki99
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Originally posted by: Roulette Man
What about hiding your Playboy magazines? That was dangerous to a certain extent.

That reminds me of something I'd completely forgotten about. I forget when it was, but I was still really young, first, second grade?, and we had this huge tree in the woods across the street that had a huge hollowed out trunk, big enough for us to get into. That become our clubhouse, secret hiding place whatever you want to call it. We had all of our "secret stuff" stashed in there which included a couple Playboys. For whatever reason my mom came looking for me one day and sure enough found us and all of our stash. I was mortified that I got busted with with some Playboys, I tried to swear up and down I never looked at 'em..yea right. Turned out I wasn't in as much trouble as I thought, actually none really. I think I got sent home and to my room til dinner or something.


In 7th grade, we had one person who had the guts to bring a Playboy to school. He carried it out in the open on top of his other books. He got busted by the vice principal for it.
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