Once upon a time...

Good post, I feel like I was born in the wrong era.
 
At 35 years old, I can remember when times were like this post.


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Standing up in the front seat of my dads Maveric ''Grabber'' on the way to the drive in.

Collecting pop bottles and taking them to the 5 and dime. Seems like it took 20 bottles to buy a Matchbox car...that actually came in a box.

I remember when the bus driver paddled me for pulling a girls skirt up, then when I got to school, the Princapal paddled me again...then the girls dad turned down a chance to paddle me...then my dad whipped me with a belt.
Today, that would be considered sexual assault AND child abuse. I was in the 3rd grade.

Good post Don, and I know I know...I'm still a youngin' right? lol
 
I remember when the bus driver paddled me for pulling a girls skirt up, then when I got to school, the Princapal paddled me again...then the girls dad turned down a chance to paddle me...then my dad whipped me with a belt.
Had the van back then too did ya????:fuck-you:
 
Dylan W. said:
At 35 years old, I can remember when times were like this post.
Good post Don, and I know I know...I'm still a youngin' right? lol
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Yep... my oldest son, Donnie, turned 35 on Tuesday. He's still a youngin'... guess you are too. If ya have any doubts, ask his mother! :lol:
 
snappy said:
I remember when the bus driver paddled me for pulling a girls skirt up, then when I got to school, the Princapal paddled me again...then the girls dad turned down a chance to paddle me...then my dad whipped me with a belt.
Had the van back then too did ya????:fuck-you:
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No...but I was aspiring to own one.:flipoff2:
 
Dylan W. said:
At 35 years old, I can remember when times were like this post.
Also
Standing up in the front seat of my dads Maveric ''Grabber'' on the way to the drive in.
Collecting pop bottles and taking them to the 5 and dime. Seems like it took 20 bottles to buy a Matchbox car...that actually came in a box.
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I don't recall it unfortunately, but my Dad tells me about me swinging from the roll bar of his '72 CJ5 with my Mom and Grandma yelling at him to AT LEAST put me in the seat (no doors, no top) as we roared off down the road.

Also, I do recall collecting bottles to turn them in for change for candy at the corner store.
 
funny.. I am only 34 and the area I grew up was just like the link posted.

crazy northerners :) yup I am from CT

we never had car seats, or went to hospital unless it was seriously broken(which did happen a few times) I would leave house at 8am on saturday and the rule was as long as I was home before street lights came on :) (got a trouble a lot for that)

I remember trying to ride my bike with no hands around a corner, well I did not make it and my front tooth hit the fire hydrant on the corner and broke the tooth.. I just picked it up put in my pocket and kept on riding. came home a while later showed my mom.. she said well lets go to dentist tomorrow and see what we can do.. today the mom would go to emergency room, and sue the city for putting hydrant there, and sue bike manufacture for something.. how things change
 
I grew up in this era a bit too. America had lost all of it's common sense. Too bad...
 
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