22winmag - refugee from ZeroHedge who just couldn't take the explosion of doom porn and the avalanche of near-hourly Bitcoin stories
August 5, 2018 10:02 am
Childhood skull fractures were the norm back then, not the exception.
Me and the boys could catch 15+ feet of air with ice ramps.
Excommunicated
August 5, 2018 10:14 am
The era of children’s lemonade stands without a government gun-to-head mandatory license. Imagine that!
James
August 5, 2018 10:19 am
While our hair was much longer and we had motorized dirt bikes at a young age reminds me of me youth,we did some really stupid/dangerous things on our dirt bikes and fractures were the norm,but,we had a lot of fun!
I am seriously bummed in a sense,saw on line for free ELO playing late last year at Wembley Stadium,thought about when I saw em and then a few nights later Jethro Tull back to back shows at the Boston Garden,was a great week in my teen years!The problem though remember it very well despite the ,hmmmm….,substances,it was 40 fucking years ago!
unit472/
August 5, 2018 10:45 am
Yep a sturdy bicycle and a baseball glove were about the only things a boy in America needed. Birthdays were easy on dad’s wallet too. Maybe a speedometer for the bike so you could alarm your parents by bragging how you buried the needle going 40mph plus down some hill.
Fleabaggs
August 5, 2018 11:26 am
Look closely and you’ll see no full body armor or hockey goalie padding and no den mothers or Manpussies with chipmunk tails supervising.
How barbaric is that.
As kids we had chipmunk tails,would pull em off the dead ones on road,tail skin slid off the bone like a straw wrapper!
No childhood complete without raiding scrap piles on house remodels ect. for tree forts,we had a 3 story job WITH carpeting,junk carpet from a remodel,imagine the filth in that,the horro!
Dig it. The only people who wore helmets back then were mentally handicapped in some way. You knew it just by looking at them. I still have some bitchin scars with bad ass stories to go with them…And I can still remember in spite of the legal weed floating around Fairbanks Alaska in the 70’s….
Francis Marion
August 5, 2018 11:30 am
It’s amazing most men over the age of about 40 ever made it past the age of 18.
Technically/statistically I should probably be dead by now.
We were free range kids. And then some.
whiskey tango foxtrot
August 5, 2018 11:41 am
Had my head cracked so many times as a kid I’m fortunate I didn’t end up like Froderick in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Went to the doctor in 2016 and he’s looking ay some xrays and he says…When did you break your back?…..I said……..I never broke my back Doc…….he says…yes you did, you factured 2 vertebrae, must have happened when you were a kid.
No shit!!! That happened to me too, except it was my neck! Had a mining accident in 1998 and they found bones broken in a car accident in 1976….I was apparently ejected but do not remember. Last thing I remember was straw wrappers and pot seeds seeming to float………..
Yancey Ward
August 5, 2018 12:01 pm
I owned the exact t-shirt the second boy from the left has on during the mid 70s at age 10-12. A friend of mine owned that yellow Yamaha shirt. And we both made ramps for our bicycles.
Dave
August 5, 2018 12:02 pm
Holy shit!. You people ALL had bicycles? In the early 40’s we had to share one bicycle among the four of us.
Nope. It had no fenders, no chain guard, and if two used it, one sat on the handle bars and navigated. I think we had it for about three years. My father paid 5 dollars for it, and that was stretching his ability to pay.
My parents babied me so much I had to be 12 to plow with the Farmall H but my older brother only had to be 11.
Anyone here who got whipped for falling through the ice and coming home with a soaker.
Fleabaggs.
Iconoclast421
August 5, 2018 2:56 pm
I must have jumped at least 50 different homemade ramps as a kid. We also built bridges and blazed new bike trails through the woods. Made a cool halfpipe out of a 10 foot ditch. Ran ropes down from trees at a 45 deg angle and slid down them. Pulled bendable trees down and slingshotted back up. Made rafts and floated down the river. Hell we even made rivers by digging trenches. Nowadays all kids do is tap on screens. rip
Coalclinker
August 5, 2018 3:55 pm
The late 60s into the 70s was a great time to be a kid. It was an optimistic time. Remember when you were told it was time to go outside and play, which meant pretty much whatever you wanted to do, all day, unsupervised? When not riding bicycles we could be found in the woods behind the house and loved to play in the creek, especially when it was hot. It was always exciting and the only hazard was falling and busting your head or knee, and it got real exciting when someone accidentally got into a wasp or yellow jackets nest. One time my brother hit me in the head with a baseball bat and I had to go the the ER. About 35 years later I was told by a doctor that I must have had a concussion when I was a child. All I know is that it hurt like hell. When we played after sunset the mosquito bites were always a problem, and it sure was fun to throw those hard pears and bean someone in the head. It was also a time when you got to watch someone screw up and get their ass busted by a parent in public. No CPS in those days. One time Mom let us stay inside the house for most of the week- we were watching the first landing on the moon on that old Zenith color TV with the imitation woodgrain paint. I always looked forward in piling into a car with someone elses kids to go somewhere, and since the cars were boat sized it would be loaded to the hilt in humanity. No one wore seat belts, and usually the adult driver was smoking a cigarette. It was a quieter time and the only electronic device to ring was that old wall mounted Western Electric Telephone. My sister thought she was the big dog when we got one with an extra long cord so she could walk into the next room and talk without being looked at by anyone. One bad thing I remember about it was when they would announce on the local TV news the names of local young men who got killed in Vietnam.
Anonymous
August 5, 2018 5:45 pm
Good times!
Undomitable
August 5, 2018 10:49 pm
This was me. It’s where I lived. It’s who I was, baby. The dude’s just wanted to be me. The babes? They just wanted to be with me.
We were the luckiest generation ever. As a Brit ( b.1957) mine was the first generation in hundreds of years not required to fight our masters wars.
Childhood skull fractures were the norm back then, not the exception.
Me and the boys could catch 15+ feet of air with ice ramps.
The era of children’s lemonade stands without a government gun-to-head mandatory license. Imagine that!
While our hair was much longer and we had motorized dirt bikes at a young age reminds me of me youth,we did some really stupid/dangerous things on our dirt bikes and fractures were the norm,but,we had a lot of fun!
I am seriously bummed in a sense,saw on line for free ELO playing late last year at Wembley Stadium,thought about when I saw em and then a few nights later Jethro Tull back to back shows at the Boston Garden,was a great week in my teen years!The problem though remember it very well despite the ,hmmmm….,substances,it was 40 fucking years ago!
Yep a sturdy bicycle and a baseball glove were about the only things a boy in America needed. Birthdays were easy on dad’s wallet too. Maybe a speedometer for the bike so you could alarm your parents by bragging how you buried the needle going 40mph plus down some hill.
Look closely and you’ll see no full body armor or hockey goalie padding and no den mothers or Manpussies with chipmunk tails supervising.
How barbaric is that.
As kids we had chipmunk tails,would pull em off the dead ones on road,tail skin slid off the bone like a straw wrapper!
No childhood complete without raiding scrap piles on house remodels ect. for tree forts,we had a 3 story job WITH carpeting,junk carpet from a remodel,imagine the filth in that,the horro!
Dig it. The only people who wore helmets back then were mentally handicapped in some way. You knew it just by looking at them. I still have some bitchin scars with bad ass stories to go with them…And I can still remember in spite of the legal weed floating around Fairbanks Alaska in the 70’s….
It’s amazing most men over the age of about 40 ever made it past the age of 18.
Technically/statistically I should probably be dead by now.
We were free range kids. And then some.
Had my head cracked so many times as a kid I’m fortunate I didn’t end up like Froderick in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Went to the doctor in 2016 and he’s looking ay some xrays and he says…When did you break your back?…..I said……..I never broke my back Doc…….he says…yes you did, you factured 2 vertebrae, must have happened when you were a kid.
No shit!!! That happened to me too, except it was my neck! Had a mining accident in 1998 and they found bones broken in a car accident in 1976….I was apparently ejected but do not remember. Last thing I remember was straw wrappers and pot seeds seeming to float………..
I owned the exact t-shirt the second boy from the left has on during the mid 70s at age 10-12. A friend of mine owned that yellow Yamaha shirt. And we both made ramps for our bicycles.
Holy shit!. You people ALL had bicycles? In the early 40’s we had to share one bicycle among the four of us.
And they weighed about 200 lbs. 🙂
And they DID NOT BREAK.
Nope. It had no fenders, no chain guard, and if two used it, one sat on the handle bars and navigated. I think we had it for about three years. My father paid 5 dollars for it, and that was stretching his ability to pay.
That was before the wheel was invented, wasn’t it?
https://youtu.be/kRTMWzVoT_U
My parents babied me so much I had to be 12 to plow with the Farmall H but my older brother only had to be 11.
Anyone here who got whipped for falling through the ice and coming home with a soaker.
Fleabaggs.
I must have jumped at least 50 different homemade ramps as a kid. We also built bridges and blazed new bike trails through the woods. Made a cool halfpipe out of a 10 foot ditch. Ran ropes down from trees at a 45 deg angle and slid down them. Pulled bendable trees down and slingshotted back up. Made rafts and floated down the river. Hell we even made rivers by digging trenches. Nowadays all kids do is tap on screens. rip
The late 60s into the 70s was a great time to be a kid. It was an optimistic time. Remember when you were told it was time to go outside and play, which meant pretty much whatever you wanted to do, all day, unsupervised? When not riding bicycles we could be found in the woods behind the house and loved to play in the creek, especially when it was hot. It was always exciting and the only hazard was falling and busting your head or knee, and it got real exciting when someone accidentally got into a wasp or yellow jackets nest. One time my brother hit me in the head with a baseball bat and I had to go the the ER. About 35 years later I was told by a doctor that I must have had a concussion when I was a child. All I know is that it hurt like hell. When we played after sunset the mosquito bites were always a problem, and it sure was fun to throw those hard pears and bean someone in the head. It was also a time when you got to watch someone screw up and get their ass busted by a parent in public. No CPS in those days. One time Mom let us stay inside the house for most of the week- we were watching the first landing on the moon on that old Zenith color TV with the imitation woodgrain paint. I always looked forward in piling into a car with someone elses kids to go somewhere, and since the cars were boat sized it would be loaded to the hilt in humanity. No one wore seat belts, and usually the adult driver was smoking a cigarette. It was a quieter time and the only electronic device to ring was that old wall mounted Western Electric Telephone. My sister thought she was the big dog when we got one with an extra long cord so she could walk into the next room and talk without being looked at by anyone. One bad thing I remember about it was when they would announce on the local TV news the names of local young men who got killed in Vietnam.
Good times!
This was me. It’s where I lived. It’s who I was, baby. The dude’s just wanted to be me. The babes? They just wanted to be with me.
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Except mine had dual baskets for my paper routes.