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Got this from my sis
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Close your eyes and go back in time...
Before the Internet...
Before semi-automatics,
joyriders and crack....
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo...
Way back........
I'm talking about Hide and Seek in thepark.
The cornershop.
Hopscotch.
Butterscotch.
Skipping.
Handstands.
Football with an old can.
Fingerbob.
Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the menace.
Roly Poly.Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams.
The smell of the sun andfresh cut grass.
Bazooka /Jaw breakers bubble gum.
An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a tune
Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps a screwball.
Wait...... Watching Saturday morning cartoons, short commercials or the flicks. Children's Film Foundation, The Double Deckers, Red Hand Gang, The Tomorrow People, Tiswas or Swapshop?, and 'Why Don't You'? - or staying up for Doctor Who and Minder. When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like
going somewhere.
Earwigs, wasps, stinging
nettles and bee stings.
White dog poo.
Sticky fingers.
Playing Marbles. Ball bearings. Big 'uns and Little
'uns.
Cops and
Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro.
Climbing trees.
Building igloos out of snow banks.
Walking to school, no matter what the
weather.
Running till
you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt. Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights. Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles. Being tired from playing....remember that? The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team. Water balloons were the ultimate weapon. Football cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle. Choppers and Grifters. Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops. Remember when... There were two types of trainers - girls and boys, and Dunlop Green Flash
-
and the only time you wore them at school was for
P.E.
You knew everyone
in your street - and so did your parents.
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.
You didn't sleep a wink on
Christmas eve.
When
nobody owned a pure-bred dog.
When 25p was decent pocket money
Curly Whirlys. Space Dust. Toffo's. Top
Trumps.
When you'd
reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
When nearly everyone's mum was at home when the kids got
there.
When any parent
could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to
carry groceries and nobody, not even
the kid, thought a thing of it.
When being sent to the head's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc. Parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! and some of us are still afraid of them. Didn't that feel good? Just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that! Remember when.... Decisions were made by going " Ip Dip Dog Sh## " "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by
whoever was the banker in "Monopoly".
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs. And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one. It was unbelievable that 'British Bulldog 123' wasn't an Olympic event. Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult. Nobody was prettier than Mum. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
Taking drugs meant
orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.
Ice cream was considered a basic food group.
Getting a foot of snow was a
dream come true.
Older
siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors. If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED.
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Close your eyes and go back in time...
Before the Internet...
Before semi-automatics,
joyriders and crack....
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo...
Way back........
I'm talking about Hide and Seek in thepark.
The cornershop.
Hopscotch.
Butterscotch.
Skipping.
Handstands.
Football with an old can.
Fingerbob.
Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the menace.
Roly Poly.Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams.
The smell of the sun andfresh cut grass.
Bazooka /Jaw breakers bubble gum.
An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a tune
Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps a screwball.
Wait...... Watching Saturday morning cartoons, short commercials or the flicks. Children's Film Foundation, The Double Deckers, Red Hand Gang, The Tomorrow People, Tiswas or Swapshop?, and 'Why Don't You'? - or staying up for Doctor Who and Minder. When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like
going somewhere.
Earwigs, wasps, stinging
nettles and bee stings.
White dog poo.
Sticky fingers.
Playing Marbles. Ball bearings. Big 'uns and Little
'uns.
Cops and
Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro.
Climbing trees.
Building igloos out of snow banks.
Walking to school, no matter what the
weather.
Running till
you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt. Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights. Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles. Being tired from playing....remember that? The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team. Water balloons were the ultimate weapon. Football cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle. Choppers and Grifters. Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops. Remember when... There were two types of trainers - girls and boys, and Dunlop Green Flash
-
and the only time you wore them at school was for
P.E.
You knew everyone
in your street - and so did your parents.
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.
You didn't sleep a wink on
Christmas eve.
When
nobody owned a pure-bred dog.
When 25p was decent pocket money
Curly Whirlys. Space Dust. Toffo's. Top
Trumps.
When you'd
reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
When nearly everyone's mum was at home when the kids got
there.
When any parent
could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to
carry groceries and nobody, not even
the kid, thought a thing of it.
When being sent to the head's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc. Parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! and some of us are still afraid of them. Didn't that feel good? Just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that! Remember when.... Decisions were made by going " Ip Dip Dog Sh## " "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by
whoever was the banker in "Monopoly".
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs. And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one. It was unbelievable that 'British Bulldog 123' wasn't an Olympic event. Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult. Nobody was prettier than Mum. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
Taking drugs meant
orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.
Ice cream was considered a basic food group.
Getting a foot of snow was a
dream come true.
Older
siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors. If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED.
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It brings a tear to the eye reading that.
I wanna be a kid again.
I wanna be a kid again.
Best post I've read in ages. So many, many memories long forgotten.
The games of 'forty-forty' in the park.
The times we snuck into the farm nearby to see the horses.
Exploring the woods and the bridge at the river.
Playing in the old abandoned house on the outskirts of town.
Wrestling matches on the bales of hay in the farmers field.
All-terrain bike rides with no real destination, just for the fun of it. 'Curby', water fights, staying up all night on a sleepover, with no though of alcohol.
Christmas with all the relations, board games and walks in the snow.
All these and many more.
Thanks. Thanks to Goatboy for reminding me of how I spent so many years of my life, and thanks to my parents for refusing to let me play the computer until it got too dark outside.
When I was nine, ten years ago now, a friend and I were discussing how old we would like to be, if we could stay that age forever. He said eighteen, I said nine.
He said eighteen because you'd be old enough to do whatever you wanted, because you'd be bigger and stronger. I said nine because I couldn't see anything in my life at the time which I wasn't happy with. I could only see eighteen as being an age where I would have far more responsibility, and far less time for playing. Since I realised that, I've never wanted time to move on. I can't help feeling like I'm tied to a conveyer belt moving inexorably away from those times, never to live through them again, and towards, ultimately, death. This is why the passage of time scares me.
I feel genuinely sorry for people who haven't experienced most of the things Goatboy mentioned.
Perhaps if I'd been born a few years earlier I'd have more fond memories of my early teens, instead of that being the point where I played more video games. Great fun at the time, but where are the memories?
The games of 'forty-forty' in the park.
The times we snuck into the farm nearby to see the horses.
Exploring the woods and the bridge at the river.
Playing in the old abandoned house on the outskirts of town.
Wrestling matches on the bales of hay in the farmers field.
All-terrain bike rides with no real destination, just for the fun of it. 'Curby', water fights, staying up all night on a sleepover, with no though of alcohol.
Christmas with all the relations, board games and walks in the snow.
All these and many more.
Thanks. Thanks to Goatboy for reminding me of how I spent so many years of my life, and thanks to my parents for refusing to let me play the computer until it got too dark outside.
When I was nine, ten years ago now, a friend and I were discussing how old we would like to be, if we could stay that age forever. He said eighteen, I said nine.
He said eighteen because you'd be old enough to do whatever you wanted, because you'd be bigger and stronger. I said nine because I couldn't see anything in my life at the time which I wasn't happy with. I could only see eighteen as being an age where I would have far more responsibility, and far less time for playing. Since I realised that, I've never wanted time to move on. I can't help feeling like I'm tied to a conveyer belt moving inexorably away from those times, never to live through them again, and towards, ultimately, death. This is why the passage of time scares me.
I feel genuinely sorry for people who haven't experienced most of the things Goatboy mentioned.
Perhaps if I'd been born a few years earlier I'd have more fond memories of my early teens, instead of that being the point where I played more video games. Great fun at the time, but where are the memories?
For that's read thanks.
I know not what I was thinking?
I know not what I was thinking?
Excellent! That's Grix, I'd been wondering a while.
My search can now cease. ;o)
My search can now cease. ;o)
They took chalk out of dog food. That's the only reason it went white.
My friend rules.
My friend rules.
The question is, what happened to white dog poo?
I haven't seen any for years.
And not for a lack of looking.
I haven't seen any for years.
And not for a lack of looking.
Hell, I still play as much as I can. Walking through towns and looking through shops are adventures, not trips. I draw and design and live as much as I can in my imagination. And I'm pretty sure I always will.
Life is a challenge, and the games we play make us who we are. I'm not childish, I'm just alive. :0)
Life is a challenge, and the games we play make us who we are. I'm not childish, I'm just alive. :0)
Heh, British bulldog. it was vicious but we only stopped playing when it got banned.
Dunlop Green flash ruled, they were re-released again a few years ago..
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