Did you survive this....?

Oh, you bet I did.
When my sister and I misbehaved, we got the jug chord behind the knees.
At school, it was the cane, which trust me was very painful but still better than having our parents called.
This one time which was worth the 10 lashes with the cane, we were at swimming practice, at any rate, my best friend Faye decided it would be a great idea to push me into sister Mary Francis who landed in the pool full habit on mind you. I can remember it like it happened yesterday, she went straight down the habit floated up and when she finally got to the steps lol she looked like a very wet bugs bunny.
It was absolutely hilarious.
 
Tish said:
Oh, you bet I did.
When my sister and I misbehaved, we got the jug chord behind the knees.
At school, it was the cane, which trust me was very painful but still better than having our parents called.
This one time which was worth the 10 lashes with the cane, we were at swimming practice, at any rate, my best friend Faye decided it would be a great idea to push me into sister Mary Francis who landed in the pool full habit on mind you. I can remember it like it happened yesterday, she went straight down the habit floated up and when she finally got to the steps lol she looked like a very wet bugs bunny.
It was absolutely hilarious.
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Love the story, Tish!

I learned at an early age that some things were actually worth getting in trouble for! LOL!
 
And .......It was VERY unusual to see an overweight / obese child when most of us were young
Why ?? because we ate home cooked meals everyday .......and we walked and played on “dangerous play ground equipment” :) rode bikes 🚲 skipped / ran / climbed /

OMG last time I was in the town where I was born some of the same “dangerous equipment was still in the park where we’d hung out while the parents were in the pub till all hours.

Mind you it had orange flags wrapped around it ..so some little Johnny prob got scared looking at it so they’ve banned it ???
It was / is one of those crown shaped / spinning thing that made you really dizzy .we’d jump off it while it was in full spin if we were dizzy ...oh and to think of it now .....how horrifying we could have skinned our knees or worse doing that ......What were we thinking😀😀
 
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Kadee46 said:
And .......It was VERY unusual to see an overweight / obese child when most of us were young
Why ?? because we ate home cooked meals everyday .......and we walked and played on “dangerous play ground equipment” :) rode bikes 🚲 skipped / ran / climbed /

OMG last time I was in the town where I was born some of the same “dangerous equipment was still in the park where we’d hang out while the parents were in the pub till all hours.

Mind you it had orange flags wrapped around it ..so some little Johnny prob got scared looking at it so they’ve banned it ???
It was / is one of those crown shaped / spinning thing that made you really dizzy .we’d jump off it while it was in full spin if we were dizzy ...oh and to think of it now .....how horrifying we could have skinned our knees or worse doing that ......What were we thinking😀😀
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The playground equipement back in the day, while semi-dangerous, because it was all steel, sure was fun.

The last picture, the spinning comet (or whatever it was called), was the best. The one we enjoyed at the park we used to go to was all steel tubing, and had a Saturn steel rind around it, and it was much higher off the ground. You could climb inside to be spun around, or for those who were brave, hang onto the outside ring of the globe and allow centrifugal force to work it's magic with you.

I seen many-a kid get hurt when the force became too much and they flew off.

But so right you are, Kadee, lots and lots of exercise, homemade meals, everything was manual play (no computers and such, unlike today).

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For those who haven't read my previous post: (I survived a few things)

My parents liked to take trips to Las Vegas. Mostly my mom liked the Roulette tables. My dad just wanted her happy.
My mom liked Joshua Trees & we always stopped in the desert so she could take photos next to them. When I was around 5 years old, we drove a mile or so into the desert & my dad started taking photos. I had a habit of wandering & petting every animal I found outside. I found a large snake next to a bush & picked it up. Later, I learned it was a Mojave Green Rattlesnake - one of the deadliest. I remember thinking "He comes with his own built-in toy - how cute his tail was - with those rattles on it." I was handling him for at least 5 minutes when I heard my dad yell, "Hey...put that down...he can kill ya!" I said, "But he likes me." My dad didn't want to come near me while I was holding him. I gently put him down. To this day, I don't know why he didn't bite me or even rattle. We were hours from any hospital, so if he bit me, I doubt I would have survived.
When I was 7, my dad had some kind of door-to-door sales job. He'd take me with him & I'd wait in the car while he knocked on doors. Again, he wasn't smart to leave me alone in that De Soto when he knew I liked to play with every button & switch in the car. Well, he parked on a steep hill & said, "Don't touch anything," then he started canvassing the block. Of course, when he was out of sight, the first thing I did was press the starter button. I loved the way it made the whole car shake. Well, everything was OK until I played with that pull-out parking brake lever, then the car started rolling down the hill, going faster & faster. I jumped into the back seat. The car went over a curb & hit a tree (luckily). It could have hit a pedestrian. He never yelled at me for that; maybe he realized how stupid HE was.

My mom was a terrible driver. I must have been around 5 at the time. She was driving with me in the passenger seat, eating a candy bar. For some reason, she hit the curb & the car flipped onto it's roof. I ended up curled in a ball on the floor. I must have been crying. When the ambulance arrived, the driver asked me if I was hurt. I said, "No." He said, "Then why are you crying?" I said, "I can't find my candy bar."

A year later, I was speeding down a steep hill on my bicycle when a gardener pulled out in front of me. I slammed into the back of his pickup truck & flew over the entire truck, landing in the street. The only injury was to my right knee; it swelled up huge. I didn't want to tell my mom & dad, so I just ran home & hid, but my knee swelled up so big it was noticeable & my mom found out & took me to the ER. The doctor said, "Nothing broken; just put some ice on it.

(Don't read this one if you're squeamish). When I was 10, my brother & I were playing handball against the side of the house. I was barefoot. As I ran up to hit the ball, I heard a scraping sound. I looked down at my foot & saw that a nail went through the side of my big toe & out the other side. I started to pull it out but it was so rusted, it broke off. When I pulled on the other side, it also broke off, leaving a piece stuck inside the toe. Well, I went into the garage & found a brand new nail & used it to push out the broken piece. I poured peroxide into the hole & put a Band-Aid over each hole. It healed perfectly. "Tetanus?" What's that?

No more serious incidents....until I was 16. I'm swimming at the beach, maybe 50 yards from shore when I felt a tug on my foot - like someone grabbed it as a joke. I reached down & felt something thrashing. I didn't know what it was until it swam away & I saw the fin sticking out of the water - a small shark, (luckily) maybe 3-4 feet. The water was cold & I didn't feel any pain, so I thought it was minor, but when I got to shore, people started gasping & pointing at my foot. There was an open triangle-shaped flap & every time I took a step, it gushed; that's what was freaking people out. I wrapped it in a towel & drove home with my other foot. When I got home, I couldn't find bandages that were big enough, so I stuck the flap back on & covered it with masking tape. It healed fine - maybe the salt water prevented infection.
 
win231 said:
For those who haven't read my previous post: (I survived a few things)

My parents liked to take trips to Las Vegas. Mostly my mom liked the Roulette tables. My dad just wanted her happy.
My mom liked Joshua Trees & we always stopped in the desert so she could take photos next to them. When I was around 5 years old, we drove a mile or so into the desert & my dad started taking photos. I had a habit of wandering & petting every animal I found outside. I found a large snake next to a bush & picked it up. Later, I learned it was a Mojave Green Rattlesnake - one of the deadliest. I remember thinking "He comes with his own built-in toy - how cute his tail was - with those rattles on it." I was handling him for at least 5 minutes when I heard my dad yell, "Hey...put that down...he can kill ya!" I said, "But he likes me." My dad didn't want to come near me while I was holding him. I gently put him down. To this day, I don't know why he didn't bite me or even rattle. We were hours from any hospital, so if he bit me, I doubt I would have survived.
When I was 7, my dad had some kind of door-to-door sales job. He'd take me with him & I'd wait in the car while he knocked on doors. Again, he wasn't smart to leave me alone in that De Soto when he knew I liked to play with every button & switch in the car. Well, he parked on a steep hill & said, "Don't touch anything," then he started canvassing the block. Of course, when he was out of sight, the first thing I did was press the starter button. I loved the way it made the whole car shake. Well, everything was OK until I played with that pull-out parking brake lever, then the car started rolling down the hill, going faster & faster. I jumped into the back seat. The car went over a curb & hit a tree (luckily). It could have hit a pedestrian. He never yelled at me for that; maybe he realized how stupid HE was.

My mom was a terrible driver. I must have been around 5 at the time. She was driving with me in the passenger seat, eating a candy bar. For some reason, she hit the curb & the car flipped onto it's roof. I ended up curled in a ball on the floor. I must have been crying. When the ambulance arrived, the driver asked me if I was hurt. I said, "No." He said, "Then why are you crying?" I said, "I can't find my candy bar."

A year later, I was speeding down a steep hill on my bicycle when a gardener pulled out in front of me. I slammed into the back of his pickup truck & flew over the entire truck, landing in the street. The only injury was to my right knee; it swelled up huge. I didn't want to tell my mom & dad, so I just ran home & hid, but my knee swelled up so big it was noticeable & my mom found out & took me to the ER. The doctor said, "Nothing broken; just put some ice on it.

(Don't read this one if you're squeamish). When I was 10, my brother & I were playing handball against the side of the house. I was barefoot. As I ran up to hit the ball, I heard a scraping sound. I looked down at my foot & saw that a nail went through the side of my big toe & out the other side. I started to pull it out but it was so rusted, it broke off. When I pulled on the other side, it also broke off, leaving a piece stuck inside the toe. Well, I went into the garage & found a brand new nail & used it to push out the broken piece. I poured peroxide into the hole & put a Band-Aid over each hole. It healed perfectly. "Tetanus?" What's that?

No more serious incidents....until I was 16. I'm swimming at the beach, maybe 50 yards from shore when I felt a tug on my foot - like someone grabbed it as a joke. I reached down & felt something thrashing. I didn't know what it was until it swam away & I saw the fin sticking out of the water - a small shark, (luckily) maybe 3-4 feet. The water was cold & I didn't feel any pain, so I thought it was minor, but when I got to shore, people started gasping & pointing at my foot. There was an open triangle-shaped flap & every time I took a step, it gushed; that's what was freaking people out. I wrapped it in a towel & drove home with my other foot. When I got home, I couldn't find bandages that were big enough, so I stuck the flap back on & covered it with masking tape. It healed fine - maybe the salt water prevented infection.
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You were the Marco Polo, Sir Edmund Hillary, and Christopher Columbus of kids back in the day! :)

A lovely and fun story.
 
Aneeda72 said:
My husband still eats this stuff for breakfast and late night snack.
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Turning back the hands of time (in and around the mid 70's), we were staying with a great aunt in Vancouver, and I don't know if she bought cereal especially for us kids, or whether she ate it herself, but our first morning at the table, there was a variety of kid-loving breakfast cereals on display like we had never seen. LOL!

Dear auntie had us taken care of. :)
 
I survived all of those things, too. Kids back then tended to sport multiple scabs on their bodies from wounds healing at various rates. They had bragging value, and were referred to as our "battle scars." We never once had to worry about being shot dead in school, however, by itinerant gun nuts, since we always felt safe in public and in our neighborhoods. We had fire drills and air raid drills, but never "active shooter" drills...
 
Fyrefox said:
I survived all of those things, too. Kids back then tended to sport multiple scabs on their bodies from wounds healing at various rates. They had bragging value, and were referred to as our "battle scars." We never once had to worry about being shot dead in school, however, by itinerant gun nuts, since we always felt safe in public and in our neighborhoods. We had fire drills and air raid drills, but never "active shooter" drills...
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We did worry about “THE BOMB” falling and girls in dresses hated crawling under the desks for obvious reasons 😂
 
Fyrefox said:
I survived all of those things, too. Kids back then tended to sport multiple scabs on their bodies from wounds healing at various rates. They had bragging value, and were referred to as our "battle scars." We never once had to worry about being shot dead in school, however, by itinerant gun nuts, since we always felt safe in public and in our neighborhoods. We had fire drills and air raid drills, but never "active shooter" drills...
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I remember fire drills in elementary school. Sure brings back warm memories, the whole elementary school thing.

I don't miss school pre se, just the memories of being younger during that time where everything always seemed new, fresh, alive. I enjoyed freedom, no stress, and life seemed to stand still.

I can still remember it like yesterday, sitting in class and staring at the clock on the wall (every class room had a large wall clock). I seem to remember the end of the school day was at 3:15. Why not at 3:00 (I used to always think). I guess the extra 15 minutes each day made us all smarter.

I can still smell the fresh fall air walking to school, I still remember the vibrant colours of the freshly fallen leaves and the rustling sound they produced when walking over and through them, and I remember how excited I'd be when walking to school for the first time wearing something new.

How I wish I could revisit those long-lost days again, even for just a few minutes.
 
win231 said:
For those who haven't read my previous post: (I survived a few things)

My parents liked to take trips to Las Vegas. Mostly my mom liked the Roulette tables. My dad just wanted her happy.
My mom liked Joshua Trees & we always stopped in the desert so she could take photos next to them. When I was around 5 years old, we drove a mile or so into the desert & my dad started taking photos. I had a habit of wandering & petting every animal I found outside. I found a large snake next to a bush & picked it up. Later, I learned it was a Mojave Green Rattlesnake - one of the deadliest. I remember thinking "He comes with his own built-in toy - how cute his tail was - with those rattles on it." I was handling him for at least 5 minutes when I heard my dad yell, "Hey...put that down...he can kill ya!" I said, "But he likes me." My dad didn't want to come near me while I was holding him. I gently put him down. To this day, I don't know why he didn't bite me or even rattle. We were hours from any hospital, so if he bit me, I doubt I would have survived.
When I was 7, my dad had some kind of door-to-door sales job. He'd take me with him & I'd wait in the car while he knocked on doors. Again, he wasn't smart to leave me alone in that De Soto when he knew I liked to play with every button & switch in the car. Well, he parked on a steep hill & said, "Don't touch anything," then he started canvassing the block. Of course, when he was out of sight, the first thing I did was press the starter button. I loved the way it made the whole car shake. Well, everything was OK until I played with that pull-out parking brake lever, then the car started rolling down the hill, going faster & faster. I jumped into the back seat. The car went over a curb & hit a tree (luckily). It could have hit a pedestrian. He never yelled at me for that; maybe he realized how stupid HE was.

My mom was a terrible driver. I must have been around 5 at the time. She was driving with me in the passenger seat, eating a candy bar. For some reason, she hit the curb & the car flipped onto it's roof. I ended up curled in a ball on the floor. I must have been crying. When the ambulance arrived, the driver asked me if I was hurt. I said, "No." He said, "Then why are you crying?" I said, "I can't find my candy bar."

A year later, I was speeding down a steep hill on my bicycle when a gardener pulled out in front of me. I slammed into the back of his pickup truck & flew over the entire truck, landing in the street. The only injury was to my right knee; it swelled up huge. I didn't want to tell my mom & dad, so I just ran home & hid, but my knee swelled up so big it was noticeable & my mom found out & took me to the ER. The doctor said, "Nothing broken; just put some ice on it.

(Don't read this one if you're squeamish). When I was 10, my brother & I were playing handball against the side of the house. I was barefoot. As I ran up to hit the ball, I heard a scraping sound. I looked down at my foot & saw that a nail went through the side of my big toe & out the other side. I started to pull it out but it was so rusted, it broke off. When I pulled on the other side, it also broke off, leaving a piece stuck inside the toe. Well, I went into the garage & found a brand new nail & used it to push out the broken piece. I poured peroxide into the hole & put a Band-Aid over each hole. It healed perfectly. "Tetanus?" What's that?

No more serious incidents....until I was 16. I'm swimming at the beach, maybe 50 yards from shore when I felt a tug on my foot - like someone grabbed it as a joke. I reached down & felt something thrashing. I didn't know what it was until it swam away & I saw the fin sticking out of the water - a small shark, (luckily) maybe 3-4 feet. The water was cold & I didn't feel any pain, so I thought it was minor, but when I got to shore, people started gasping & pointing at my foot. There was an open triangle-shaped flap & every time I took a step, it gushed; that's what was freaking people out. I wrapped it in a towel & drove home with my other foot. When I got home, I couldn't find bandages that were big enough, so I stuck the flap back on & covered it with masking tape. It healed fine - maybe the salt water prevented infection.
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Wow, You are certainly one durable and lucky guy.
 
Ok here's a weird one. I remember on hot days that we (unsupervised) kids would get into a car that was sitting in the sun. We would roll up the windows and sit there as long as we could take it. The last one to exit the car would be the "winner".

Not recommended but everybody survived.
 

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