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darchChylde -> RE: School 1960 vs School 2007 (very unPC) (7/24/2008 9:03:00 AM)
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ORIGINAL: Termyn8or
Have a cigar, but you'll have to go to the Salt Flats in bumfuckt Utah to smoke it.
T
Is that anywhere near West Kinfuck Vermont?
i think it does belong in the humor section, at least until we get a "Must shoot self in head after realizing that the pussification of america is nearly complete.
Just to throw in some humor, i'll cut and past an old post of mine that is on a similar note.
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From "People over 35 should be dead"
http://www.collarchat.com/m_1099539/mpage_1/key_little%252Cbutt/tm.htm#1105002
i remember metal slides, where if you didn't get cut up on the way down you'd get burnt by the metal in the august sun
i remember going to Flat Rock park, where us kids (and a few adults) would go and slide down these rocks into a tiny little pool created under the ledge of some other rocks before streaming off further down hill... kids got scraped up and some broken bones slamming into that ledge after sliding at top speed down these rocks, and it was all OK; we'd learn the hard way and go back next summer when our bones healed
i remember city parks with actual rock in the playground and seeing who could jump the farthest from 15 foot high swings, sometimes accidentally going straight up (20-25 feet) and straight down
i remember leaping from a tired old rope (which was maybe replaced every 5 years) 30 feet into the chattahoochie river (which was only slightly calmed in this area) down river from atlanta; i remember being caught by undertow when we went too deep and coming back up 100ft down the river after it slowed in some shallows at a bend (and thinking it was great fun); not to mention swallowing all that polluted water... i remember girls showing off their boobs to the guys who jumped really far and kissing us like we were heroes, i remember calling the guys who were afraid to make the jump "pussies" and "wimps" and "faggots" and not worrying about being politcally correct or hurting each other's feelings
i remember riding my BMX 5 miles from home at 9 years old to get to a worn out field of red clay for dirt biking (with no helmet) and "mud wars" in the wet clay during and after a good rain, and getting beat with whatever mom had in hand [(for getting my clothes all dirty, as georgia red clay doesn't come out) and even while sniveling over the wire marks on my butt, and back and hands if i squirmed or tried to block] and standing naked in the front yard as dad hosed me off before i could come in; and accepting it all as an acceptable consequence of such a great day
i remember a gang of us kids running around all night in a field to catch fireflies in glass jars, with no adult supervision
i remember 12-16 year old boys and girls going skinny dipping, with alot of touchy-feely and groping (and underwater experimentation); and no one being called gay or going home with hurt feelings or worries over molestation... and even the little girls parents (everyone pretended that their kids aren't doing the same things that they did at that age) weren't worried, and thought it was a normal and healthy part of growing up
i remember fist fights and schoolyard scuffles that didn't have knives or guns, and no one was expelled or sent to jail for it
i remember summer nights when the doors and windows were open and the screendoors were even unlocked all night, and the only worry was a stray mosquito getting in
i'm only 31 and was born in 1975, this wasn't that long ago... but things changed fast
i remember watching my daughter jump on her own home-made bike ramp (she had a helmet and pads) that wasn't even a foot off the ground, i remember watching her climb the tree in the front yard; i remember biting my nails and holding my breath praying she wouldn't get hurt
i remember locking all the doors and windows at night in the same small town neighborhood, missing that cool draft we used to have in the good old days
i remember not even letting my little girl go out in our yard without me or her ma, or some trusted adult watching and making sure she's safe
i remember being immortal, and i remember when i realized i wasn't
and i remember the first moment that i sat regretting that my daughter will never be able to have the childhood that i did
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