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Today's kids don't know about playing with exotic adult weaponry.
Bottle Rocket wars were some of the most fun I've ever had in my life. I mean that activity involved real consequences.
-I guess it was a function of both parents working and no internet but the latitude and freedom given to kids of the 80's and early 90's was awesome.
-Bottle rocket wars took place. My brother and I thought it would be cool to ambush some other kids from our 2nd floor window. Shot a couple and then tried to chuck a smoke bomb at them. He wimped out and dropped it which burnt the carpet and put smoke throughout the house.
-Similar note, I can't imagine putting Life360 or some other tracker on my kids. Those people are nuts.
-Bottle rocket wars took place. My brother and I thought it would be cool to ambush some other kids from our 2nd floor window. Shot a couple and then tried to chuck a smoke bomb at them. He wimped out and dropped it which burnt the carpet and put smoke throughout the house.
-Similar note, I can't imagine putting Life360 or some other tracker on my kids. Those people are nuts.
BB Gun, Knives, a compound bow and a shotgun were all gifts by the time I was 11.
We had a couple of hay bales stacked between 2 poplar trees in the backyard. It was the wiffle ball backstop, the goal posts for football games, the paper deer target for the bow was pinned to it and beer cans and bottles were placed on it for the BB gun.
I also french kissed a girl for the first time behind it.
We had a couple of hay bales stacked between 2 poplar trees in the backyard. It was the wiffle ball backstop, the goal posts for football games, the paper deer target for the bow was pinned to it and beer cans and bottles were placed on it for the BB gun.
I also french kissed a girl for the first time behind it.
I would like recess to make a comeback for 1 day just so all the hens in the classroom and at home can see their lil babies smearing ****** and ruffing up indians. Bones were broken and teeth were lost. It was not documented on the internet. Valuable lessons were learned.
*We found some real boxing gloves in my grandparent’s attic and would hold neighborhood boxing matches on our trampoline (no net). Not surprisingly it always ended up in someone crying. Funny thing, I never recall a parent breaking the fights up or complaining to my parents about their kids coming home with black eyes and bruises.
*Our treehouse was about 15 feet tall, we would climb to the roof and do flips off into the trampoline. Sometimes you would go flying into the grass on the first bounce after landing. It’s utterly amazing one of us wasn’t hurt bad.
*We made forts in the woods behind our house with real tools and built fires inside them. I was like 10!
Come to think of it, WTF were my parents doing all the time?
*Our treehouse was about 15 feet tall, we would climb to the roof and do flips off into the trampoline. Sometimes you would go flying into the grass on the first bounce after landing. It’s utterly amazing one of us wasn’t hurt bad.
*We made forts in the woods behind our house with real tools and built fires inside them. I was like 10!
Come to think of it, WTF were my parents doing all the time?
IF WE ARE ALL BEING HONEST we all watched “Tiger King” five years ago when it came out and thought to ourselves “man some of this **** looks cooler than hell”
I have toys stuck in the foundations of houses where my kids’ friends live.
I have toys stuck in the foundations of houses where my kids’ friends live.
On the 4th of July, my Dad would give me a couple of bricks of firecrackers and a gross of bottle rockets and turn me loose. Some of the most fun days of my life.
- My cousin and I would compete to see who could jump from the highest part of a tree... until the day he broke his leg.
- We’d also constantly practice wresting moves on each other. There’s only one way to practice a “Hands of Stone” Ronnie Garvin punch.
- Cracked 3 ribs trying to jump my bike in and out of a giant hole we dug in a field after specifically being told not to. Managed to hide the injury from my mom for a couple of days.
- We’d also constantly practice wresting moves on each other. There’s only one way to practice a “Hands of Stone” Ronnie Garvin punch.
- Cracked 3 ribs trying to jump my bike in and out of a giant hole we dug in a field after specifically being told not to. Managed to hide the injury from my mom for a couple of days.
-we used to tie inner tubes to the back of my buddys car on snow days. Drive around beautiful stonewall estates neighborhood at 20 -30mph...lotta brick mailboxes in that neighborhood, problematic.
-as an alleged adult: *mobile* bottle rocket/firecracker fights whilst driving back from nashbash rugby tournament on 65. One dude drove an old truck with rusted out floorboards...an advantage *and* a target.
-2 on 2 wiffle ball leagues. 3 on 3 football leagues.
-in high school we played tough-guy and liquid tough guy at parties. Anything in the fridge was fair game...combinations included.
-as an alleged adult: *mobile* bottle rocket/firecracker fights whilst driving back from nashbash rugby tournament on 65. One dude drove an old truck with rusted out floorboards...an advantage *and* a target.
-2 on 2 wiffle ball leagues. 3 on 3 football leagues.
-in high school we played tough-guy and liquid tough guy at parties. Anything in the fridge was fair game...combinations included.
One time some of us were at my friend Mikey's house and we wandered up into the attic and found a treasure map. We went out to an old abandoned restaurant to search underneath for the treasure, because we thought it might lead to enough gold and riches that our neighborhood might be saved from being razed for development.
Anyway, we found the treasure. Or, rather, my friends did. I was taken captive by a family of three hardened criminals, and was tied up next to their monstrous deformed son. We broke free and eventually joined up with the rest of the gang, helping them defeat the criminals. My friend Mikey had morals and principles and whatnot, so he wanted to leave the treasure behind. Thankfully, his Hispanic housekeeper found a diamond in his coat pocket, and all our houses were saved.
I'll never forget that crazy summer.
Anyway, we found the treasure. Or, rather, my friends did. I was taken captive by a family of three hardened criminals, and was tied up next to their monstrous deformed son. We broke free and eventually joined up with the rest of the gang, helping them defeat the criminals. My friend Mikey had morals and principles and whatnot, so he wanted to leave the treasure behind. Thankfully, his Hispanic housekeeper found a diamond in his coat pocket, and all our houses were saved.
I'll never forget that crazy summer.
Growing up next to a golf course was a lot of fun for the “playing Army” element while golf ball hunting in the woods.
Taking a canteen for the day, hiking through the woods, using hand signals to silently pass alerts and coordinate hiding from “Charlie” (The Rangers). Then turning the days Easter egg hunt into cold hard cash to be spent on golf equipment.
Re: Toy guns, I often remind my wife that I grew up with a toy uzi (no othat made a “rattling flywheel” machine gun noise when you pulled the trigger. And I turned out to be a FAA-licensed pilot. So..
Taking a canteen for the day, hiking through the woods, using hand signals to silently pass alerts and coordinate hiding from “Charlie” (The Rangers). Then turning the days Easter egg hunt into cold hard cash to be spent on golf equipment.
Re: Toy guns, I often remind my wife that I grew up with a toy uzi (no othat made a “rattling flywheel” machine gun noise when you pulled the trigger. And I turned out to be a FAA-licensed pilot. So..
You guys were real jerks to me that summer making me dance with my shirt off and hang out with the weird looking guy and I’ve never forgotten or forgiven you.
I went to the horseshoe for the game where the Ihio U mascot tackled the buckeye mascot in pregame and for their team a penalty. The fans were just general FIFO douchebags with cargo shorts and air Max's. They weren't too ******, but they definitely werent welcoming.
Mine is still on the workbench in the shop at the farm. Never caught a fish with it.Did anyone ever catch a fish with this knife?
We invented a game called, “Fumbowl” -short from it’s original name, “Fumble Bowl”- which was nothing more than an extreme game of Kill the Man the Ball. My buddies lived in the same neighborhood as my Mema so I would go over there a lot to play outside with my friends while she smoked Winston’s and watched her stories
We would walk to the top of a huge hill. Throw a football down to the bottom, and then chase it like those idiots in Britain that chase the wheel of cheese down that hill.
After that, the guy who ended up with the ball had to try to make it back to the top with the ball. You can imagine what that was like. Great for building grit, determination, socio-pathic tendencies, toughness, murderous rage, and will power.
When we got tired of that, the 2 buddies that were maddest at each other would break off long tree limbs and sword fight each other until one’s limb was broken down in a small stick - nature’s shiv, if you will.
Occasionally we would bust on our one friend who had the hot older sister. That would usually result in another round of Fumbowl/Oak Fencing.
We would walk to the top of a huge hill. Throw a football down to the bottom, and then chase it like those idiots in Britain that chase the wheel of cheese down that hill.
After that, the guy who ended up with the ball had to try to make it back to the top with the ball. You can imagine what that was like. Great for building grit, determination, socio-pathic tendencies, toughness, murderous rage, and will power.
When we got tired of that, the 2 buddies that were maddest at each other would break off long tree limbs and sword fight each other until one’s limb was broken down in a small stick - nature’s shiv, if you will.
Occasionally we would bust on our one friend who had the hot older sister. That would usually result in another round of Fumbowl/Oak Fencing.
"Smear the Q****" hasn't held up with the times.
Made the mistake of packing one of those water guns in my carry on on my spring break trip to see my grandmother as a 4th grader. Boy was that a whole deal.
It has, just now it’s a reference to a vast online conspiracy theory involving Wayfair, pizza restaurants, and JFK Jr.
One day i was standing in the bathroom of my friend "Shep"s house and sticking a baseball bat out into the long hall way as he threw Chinese throwing stars and they would stick in the wooden bat. I got a little too brave and stuck out the bat as if i was trying to bunt. Well the Chinese star stuck right in my right third finger. Blood flew everywhere, my friend was terrified thinking he cut my finger off.
Had a many of knots on the back of my head practicing twirling nunchakus around my head, a few nutt shots going around my waist. I learned pretty damn quick to get good at twirling speed chucks. Also had a blow dart gun, real American Ninja catsfanbgky was in his younger days.
Firing bottle rockets at each other back in the day was a real "blast". I remember running around with several holes with black rings around them all over my shirt.
In Madisonville I lived close to the mall, and there was a huge saw mill behind it, mounds and mounds of saw dust was built up, King Of The Mountain was truly fun, 15-20 foot falls landing in saw dust was pretty damn scary until you actually landed, a free fall of sorts.
Had a Puch and later a Mongoose BMX bike fully equipped with the newest, freshest California Sun Pads, we would go to the Madisonville City Park and had a dirt ramp we would jump a huge ditch about 15 feet wide. One day I got a little too cocky, landed, flew over the handle bars, few scraps and cuts, but the worst was a torn knee ligament. Ouch.
Train jumping was a blast, had to know when to get off before it built up too much speed. We had a train yard close to our house and we would sneak in the caboose and steal the oval kerosene lantern things. We would use them as light when camping in the woods behind PP Mall. We also would steal the Nitroglycerine packs they would keep stored. Dangerous, but fun to blow up. Down side to being juvenile delinquents was the rail road guys would fire salt guns at us. Talk about a painful, burning feel when you got hit with one, whoa boy.
Lots of other juvenile stuff like throwing rolled up newspapers at cars, putting a bunch of nails in the road with paint poured out for cars to run over. Also would take cassette tapes and tear the film out of them and tie it to street signs on both sides of the road and hide in bushes and watch cars run threw it like a finish line was quite a rush when running from the scene. Not now, but back then the funniest thing I can remember was the time we took a bike frame out in the middle of the road on the descending part of a big hill on Park Ave. The car topped the hill and the frame laid blindly on the other side of the apex of the hill. A car ran over the frame and drug it for what seemed like a mile, with sparks flying from the frame dragging along the underneath the car and road. Looking back on it all, it was really stupid and very delinquent, but as a young teenager with nothing to do in a Podunk town, it was our entertainment and sort of a rebellious release.
Had a many of knots on the back of my head practicing twirling nunchakus around my head, a few nutt shots going around my waist. I learned pretty damn quick to get good at twirling speed chucks. Also had a blow dart gun, real American Ninja catsfanbgky was in his younger days.
Firing bottle rockets at each other back in the day was a real "blast". I remember running around with several holes with black rings around them all over my shirt.
In Madisonville I lived close to the mall, and there was a huge saw mill behind it, mounds and mounds of saw dust was built up, King Of The Mountain was truly fun, 15-20 foot falls landing in saw dust was pretty damn scary until you actually landed, a free fall of sorts.
Had a Puch and later a Mongoose BMX bike fully equipped with the newest, freshest California Sun Pads, we would go to the Madisonville City Park and had a dirt ramp we would jump a huge ditch about 15 feet wide. One day I got a little too cocky, landed, flew over the handle bars, few scraps and cuts, but the worst was a torn knee ligament. Ouch.
Train jumping was a blast, had to know when to get off before it built up too much speed. We had a train yard close to our house and we would sneak in the caboose and steal the oval kerosene lantern things. We would use them as light when camping in the woods behind PP Mall. We also would steal the Nitroglycerine packs they would keep stored. Dangerous, but fun to blow up. Down side to being juvenile delinquents was the rail road guys would fire salt guns at us. Talk about a painful, burning feel when you got hit with one, whoa boy.
Lots of other juvenile stuff like throwing rolled up newspapers at cars, putting a bunch of nails in the road with paint poured out for cars to run over. Also would take cassette tapes and tear the film out of them and tie it to street signs on both sides of the road and hide in bushes and watch cars run threw it like a finish line was quite a rush when running from the scene. Not now, but back then the funniest thing I can remember was the time we took a bike frame out in the middle of the road on the descending part of a big hill on Park Ave. The car topped the hill and the frame laid blindly on the other side of the apex of the hill. A car ran over the frame and drug it for what seemed like a mile, with sparks flying from the frame dragging along the underneath the car and road. Looking back on it all, it was really stupid and very delinquent, but as a young teenager with nothing to do in a Podunk town, it was our entertainment and sort of a rebellious release.
It's a given you're terrible, but could you at least be succinct?
Easy to see why our generation became helicopter parents in all honesty.
Chi-Chi's back in the day was good eatin.
How terrible was Lexington dining when I was growing up?
Nicholasville Rd:
Daryl's
TGI Friday's
Chi Chi's
O'Charley's
Rafferty's
Am I missing anything? That's pretty much it.
Nicholasville Rd:
Daryl's
TGI Friday's
Chi Chi's
O'Charley's
Rafferty's
Am I missing anything? That's pretty much it.
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with real peanuts and slices of strawberry + shoestring french fries.
I assume every single one of those is gone nowadays?
GD RItzy's had the slickest tables in the history of dining. I'm convinced they greased them.
I never went there as a kid without at least one spilled drink.
I never went there as a kid without at least one spilled drink.
Wendy's Super Bar was perhaps the zenith of fast food in this country.
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