People over 35 should be dead

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All the comments are great.

I remember during summer break leaving the house at 8-9am and not being back till dark and if I wasn't home on time my Mom standing at the front door yelling my name to get home!!

I used the skate board for transportation, not for tricks.

Roller skates with wheels next to each other, not in a line!

Playing "war" in the woods next to my house with all the other boys in the neighborhood.

Playing Frisby with friends, throwing it across the street while cars were driving by.

Playing baseball on the street and getting yelled at by the neighbors about hitting their houses with the ball.

Walking 3 mile south of my town on the railroad tracks to see my girlfriend! (she's now my wife!!)

The 60's and 70's were a great time to be a kid!!!

Jeff :crafty:
 
Getting that new swimming mask at the beginning of the summer that had, not one, but TWO snorkels coming out of the top !!!!
 
Some of us even survivied sliding down the roofs of our garages that were coated with asbestos. We even used to take objects and whack the heck out of our asbestos coated pipes. I never had any problems with inhaling the dust that fell.

I think we built up tolerances. I know the food we ate had so much sugar and preservatives that you can't possibly kill us off. We have been preserved ;)

I can't even begin to remember how many kids in my neighborhood were blown up at some point or another.


CD_in_Chitown:
I'm not that old but I remember melting down lead shot to pour into the Pinewood Derby car. I suggested the practice to my nephew last year and got my first real "You're so out of touch you old guy" look as he explained not only is that cheating, but also extremely DANGEROUS!

Geez I'll be dead in 3 years.
 
Wow a lot of good memories here. I remember breaking open thermometers to get the mercury out of them to rub on dimes to make them shiny. Why you ask? Cause we could.

What I would give for a moon pie and a delaware punch right now uummmm.
 
Based on your criteria I should be dead as well but I'm only 30.
 
Wijbrandu:
I remember playing tag with my brother with first lawn darts, and then dartboard darts. I still have a few of those scars.

After going to the circus and seeing the knife throwing guy going home and putting my sister against the outhouse door, could not get the flatware knife's to stick so I whent to darts.
Boy I could not sit down for a month when my mother found out. ( I only hit her once ).

Putting a matchstick down my sisters ear to see how deep it was. another month no siting after we got home from the hospital.

Putting my finger down the hole where the light bulb go's in a lamp to see how deep it was (240 volts). I was a smart kid I never did that again

THE GANG going to the woods on a Saturday with 22 air rifles to play war. RULES just one no hitting from just a little above the waist.

Haaaaa great days
 
It's a huge, bodacious firecracker !!!! Normally deposited in a commode and flushed shortly after having being lighted.
 

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