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Alistair said:
My parents never knew. I wouldn't have been allowed to go any more.

I was always the kid that got hurt. Broke my collarbone jumping a homemade ramp on our bikes, stung about 10 times by Hornets when we were throwing rocks at the nest. Got hit in the eye by a bb that ricocheted off a sign we were shooting. You name it, it happened :lol:
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Sounds like an idyllic childhood though man, not like the Politlcally Correct Nightmare children are forced to obey today
 
ChristianGianni said:
Sounds like an idyllic childhood though man, not like the Politlcally Correct Nightmare children are forced to obey today
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Or being worried about being kidnapped or anything. We were always out in the woods or cornfields, skinny dipping or shooting things. It was the picture perfect midwest childhood.
 
Alistair said:
Or being worried about being kidnapped or anything. We were always out in the woods or cornfields, skinny dipping or shooting things. It was the picture perfect midwest childhood.
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My formative kid years were spent in a small Ohio village, on a river, surrounded by hills. I was just back there last October, and couldn't believe how tiny it actually is/was. I swear the whole place had shrunk. Then again, I suppose things seem further apart on foot, or on a bike, than they do as an adult riding in a car.

On warm days, when school was out, and it wasn't raining, we got kicked out of the house after breakfast. We'd be back home around lunch time, or at someone else's house, without warning, or telling anyone where we were. (We didn't realize all the Mom's were in touch by phone.) We had to be home by 5:00 for supper, then outside again 'til the street lights came on.

We could bring anyone we wanted with us for lunch, but when Dads were home for dinner, it had to be by invitation only. Dads didn't cope with 'surprises' as well as Moms.

While we were out, we were free to roam wherever. Again, we didn't realize the whole town was watching out for us. We thought we were totally free, and completely on our own.

Everyone older than us had the inherent right, if not the duty, to yell at us if we were caught being bad, or doing something dangerous. Not only would our parents back them up, but also thank them, rather than rail at them for disciplining their kids. In that sense, we could never win.

Those years were the best in my life. I'll cherish those times forever. Too bad I didn't understand that at the time. We were just being kids, which was Awesome!
 
I enjoyed reading some of these the memories growing up. Although I shudder at Alistair's near drowning!
 
Kyanimal said:
My formative kid years were spent in a small Ohio village, on a river, surrounded by hills. I was just back there last October, and couldn't believe how tiny it actually is/was. I swear the whole place had shrunk. Then again, I suppose things seem further apart on foot, or on a bike, than they do as an adult riding in a car.
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Being in the car probably made a difference, but also seeing and living in other places might make a difference (particularly a large metropolitan area).

A big size jolt for me came about 20 years ago when I visited a Goodwill that had been in a former grocery store where my mother had shopped. As a grocery store, it never felt small--but even a few years later, after getting used to larger, newer stores, this place seemed dinky!

We could bring anyone we wanted with us for lunch, but when Dads were home for dinner, it had to be by invitation only. Dads didn't cope with 'surprises' as well as Moms.
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I also wonder if it wasn't a factor that dinner might have been a meal that needed more work/care/planning. That roast only goes so far. An extra kid shows up for lunch, well, it might be just whip a couple more sandwiches, and maybe have to bake cookies sooner than planned.
 
Oddly, in some ways, I had a childhood more like 2020 kids in one way: I don't remember running around the neighborhood loose. I seem to recall safety worries of there being evil people out there. I think schools and society was becoming more conscious--certainly Halloween was that way with warnings about possibly poisoned candy. I think my mother had her worries. And I probably had my worries, thanks to an overactive imagination.

Plus I tended to often be somewhat socially isolated. There was only one kid my age in the immediate neighborhood. We played until 1st grade, but drifted apart at some point.

Although being alone a good chunk of time probably develops imagination.

One other oddity: TV exposure was very limited. We never had anything better than a small, cheap TV set. And TV was pretty much weekend only--weekday had to be special or something with some educational value.
 
me203 said:
I also wonder if it wasn't a factor that dinner might have been a meal that needed more work/care/planning. That roast only goes so far. An extra kid shows up for lunch, well, it might be just whip a couple more sandwiches, and maybe have to bake cookies sooner than planned.
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No doubt that was the case. However, dinner also had different rules. Everyone had to be there. Nobody ate until Dad got home. You had to eat whatever you were served, no exceptions. No leaving the table without permission, or without eating everything.

I remember one time Mom made Bar-B-Q pork, or something. It was really red, and I'd never seen anything like it before. It was probably delicious, but I was refusing to even taste it because it looked "gross". I was at that table for what seemed like hours.

When I was finally alone, I scraped it into the garbage, and covered it with other stuff that was already in there. Must not have done a very good job of it, because when I claimed I'd eaten it, I was sent to my room for lying about it. No playing kick-the-can outside that evening. On the upside, Mom never made that again.

One odd thing that we kids came to consider a delicacy, and special treat, was liver and onions with bacon. It was only on very rare occasions that Mom made that for us. It wasn't until years later that we learned that Dad hated liver, but the rules applied to him, too. It was Mom's way of letting him know she was really pissed at him. Our parents never argued in front of us kids. We also later learned that Mom had a bachelors degree in psych. She knew how to use it in more ways than one.
 
I once jerked myself off after a ride with my bike and after dance class, in the centre of the city behind a historic arch near the parc and across the streets were all houses.
 
At one time I had a little red Dodge Shadow Turbo convertible. I used to enjoy riding around with the top down, no shirt, no shoes, freeballing in just my short jean cut-offs, with my dick sticking out of one leg hole, and a butt plug up my ass. Bumps were fun.
 
PalacePaul said:
I remember the excitement when I tried my first jockstrap
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My initial experience with that was mixed. Coach demanded that all us boys wear one for gym class. He gave us a week to get them.

Mom bought all my clothes, butt there was NO way I was gonna ask for a jockstrap. SO ... I grabbed what I had in my piggy bank, and headed out to the '5 and 10' store. I wasn't exactly sure what kind of packaging they came in, or what sizing was like. I vaguely remember the "BIKE Athletic Supporter" box was yellow with blue lettering, no picture. I guessed that's what I needed. I grabbed a 'small' since that was my underwear size.

Luckily, I didn't know the lady cashier (she must have belonged to a different church than Dad's), or I would have been even more embarrassed! Butt, Coach said it had to be done, and NO One argued with Coach!

Of course I had to try it on as soon as I got up to my room. Since I had NO idea what I was doing, I figured it went on what turned out to be backward. It did kinda support my balls from underneath and behind, lifting them up and out. Naturally, I had a RAGING HARD ON, and had to beat off into a sock from my laundry basket. That was always FUN with, or without, a jockstrap.

When THAT Monday arrived in the locker room, I was smart enough to wait a bit, and slyly watch a few other boys put theirs on first. So THAT'S the way they went! (I still preferred backward!)

Funny thing was, I was so embarrassed that Mom would find out. It never entered my juvenile brain that she did all my laundry, including my bed sheets (with the wet dreams), and my socks, etc., etc. Through all those years she never said a word. Just one more reason to love the heck out of Mom. Poor Mom! :slap: !oops! :lol:
 
As for jockstraps, I think I've mentioned this before on some thread here. But that was a requirement for my junior high PE class. Certainly 7th grade, and probably 8th grade. (I seem to recall the PE grading policies teachers gave out were a generic Mimeographed "boys' department" thing, not something each teacher wrote.) My mother didn't like it--IIRC she was concerned it meant PE would be too violent or something like that. I got the jockstrap, but never wore it.

Other PE memory: I think there was a requirement that we wear white socks for class. There may have even been the expectation that we have socks just for class. I lost my socks near the end of 8th grade PE, and just went with using my regular socks. It was probably already known that this would be it for my PE career. And the teacher certainly knew that I wasn't really working up a huge sweat in his class. :lol:

Another memory is how revolting those PE clothes smelled after a while, even if you did the least possible in class. :vomit:
 
Kyanimal said:
Funny thing was, I was so embarrassed that Mom would find out. It never entered my juvenile brain that she did all my laundry, including my bed sheets (with the wet dreams), and my socks, etc., etc.
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I honestly never thought of the fact that my mother did the laundry. I now cringe, thinking of various crusty deposits she might have encountered.
 
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