things we done when we were kids

[Badger]

     I still go barefoot and shirtless, I got a friendly warning from the lady down the street about my plumbers crack, LOL.

[sailordad]

     I still go barefoot and shirtless, I got a friendly warning from the lady down the street about my plumbers crack, LOL.

did ya ask her why she was checking out your back side?

[stickbender]

     Ah yes the plumber's crack, that is now known as the " Y " factor.......

                                                                    Wayne

[crooketarrow]

   I grew up in a little old qurry town. Around 20 familly's so I had loads of pals but the boy next door was by best friend. There was 5 qurrey's and they were left just like the day back in the 50's they shut down. When they went on strike granddady said over a nickel. IF MOM HAD KNOWN, one as hand dug grandad worked there back in the 20's AND IT WAS USED AS A JUNK QURRY. WE'D SPEND HOURS SHOTING OUR BB AND PELLET GUNS or just breaking bottles.
  We live only a mile or so away me nad the boy next door leave before any ever got up and spend the day fishing or doing what boys do. Sounds like you all know what I'm saysing. I mom get so mad when I 'd do this. I NEVER TELL HER JUST DO IT I

[fishfinder401]

these stories make me envious, but i would say as my childhood is starting to come to an end ( now the thinking of college and jobs comes) that it was pretty good, actually sound a little like everyone's here, just more fishing, boating , less guns and a little tuned down on the intensity, but no shoes no even as i am writing this

[sailordad]

Noel, im sure most of us (i know i havent) told the stories that were "intense"

like the time my brother and i(he was 7,me 6 yrs old)
we were walking around with a bb pistol(looked like a .45 acp)
it was later in the night than you would expect kids that age to be out by themselves(atleast by todays standards)
we were just screwing around shooting at stray cats and garbage cans.
we walked up to this little 3-2 bar my mom ran back in the day
well there was a little mom and pop style convenience store right near her work
my brother and i walked in there and got some candy
my brother walked up to the register,pointed the gun at her and said "give me all this candy!"
well she did,that damn bb pistol looked so real.
then we went to my moms work
she asked where and how we got all this candy
me being the more ethical and honest one(even at that age and to this day)i told her the truth
she beat both our back side right there in the bar,then made us take our allowance and go back to the store
pay for the candy and give it back to them to boot

then there are all the stories from being on my grandparents and uncles farms
but ill leave them for another time 

[stickbender]

then there are all the stories from being on my grandparents and uncles farms
but ill leave them for another time 

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     Uh Oh!  Farm Animal stories!

                               Wayne

[sailordad]

Wayne,yes some if not most of them stories include farm animals 

[JW_Halverson]

...and then there was the time one spring when the ice was going out on the Knife River Dam south of town.  We stripped down to nuthin' but what God give us and tried swimming out to the ice in the middle of the lake.  I made it to the ice but couldn't climb up, it was too rotted and I was too hypothermic.  By the time I got back to shore I had two extra adam's apples and what shoulda been an "outie" was pert near an "innie". 

[stickbender]

     Dang, JW !  Just the thought of jumping in a ice filled river, makes me cringe.    It is a good thing most of your body was submerged, or you probably would have heard a distinctive clap, as a lower orifice slammed shut !    I can imagine your Mother asking " What did you do today?"  Oh, nothing much, just played down by the river.  "Why are you talking that way?"  What way?
" In that high pitched chattering voice !"  " And that funny walk !"  " Now just how were you playing down by the river?" Wellllllll.......

                                                                                 Wayne

                                                                     

[mullet]

I'm with Wayne, Why in the,,.,.,, would somebody do that?

[Young Bowyer]

Im actually 13 now  but anways, now i make  traditional bows for my friends who either use a compound or rifles to hunt, trying to get my first rabbit with my hickory selfbow! 

[Bone pile]

Were I grew up the barefoot thing was a couple months a year unless you thought sticky clay/mud up to yer knees or frostbite was fun. Living in a farming comunity had it's good points ,plus I had a bunch of crazy assed cousins to run with. Muskrat trapps and a BB gun were a right of passage.Saving mom's Aqua-net hairspray cans for a big bang when I burned the trash.Yep everyone had an old 50 gal barrel in the back to burn the house trash.When you stacked the hay bales in the barn we made tunnels and secret little opennings to hang out in latter.Then about 12/14 it was the thing to bolt a brigs and straton engine on a 20" bike and ride the back roads for $.25 a day.You had to take the chain off the bike to put the belt on so there were no brakes. Talking with my old freind we often say how horrible it would have been to have a phone on you so you mom could find you ANYTIME,that would have sucked.
Bone pile