When I Was a Kid....

lol! WIWAK, I was allowed to answer the phone during dinner because it was almost sales calls. One evening the caller asked if the refrigerator was running!!!

Hey, I was 7 years old! How did I know????:rolleyes:

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When I was a kid answer machines just came out, so we never picked the phone up dad always wanted to know who called:rolleyes:
 
When I was a Kid, I really resented those, "In my day, we walked to school uphill through 3 feet of snow every day" stories. Now...I tell those same stories!!
 
When I was a kid, it was inconceivable that you would be placed into some "safe environment" with adult supervision. Kids that stayed in the after school program were losers....they needed to just GO and play....how times have changed....
 
WIWAK, Cracker Jack had *real* prizes inside, not a stupid web-code.
 
WIWAK we used to park at my dad's work, carry ladders and 2X12s to the parade route and sit on those to watch the Rose Parade.
 
When I was a kid my parents didn't know you could pick the phone lock with a safety pin!!!

Bloody BT, robbing bastards!!! :D
 
WIWAK we hardly ever had snow days even though I grew up in Western NY. People didn't spazz as much about weather events as they do now.
 
WIWAK we hardly ever had snow days even though I grew up in Western NY. People didn't spazz as much about weather events as they do now.

Amen! WIWAK we walked to school. Through snow. We just put on our boots and coats and hats and gloves and sweaters and crap. Damn wimps...
 
WIWAK, I grew up in Western NY also, and we used to swear they would bring us in by helicopters just to avoid closing school!
 
First off, I receive the Providence Journal and the ink does not wear off; I love it! When we did something wrong whoever caught us punished us, then they told our parents and they punished us. We knew what time to go home at night; the street light came on! We had an ice man, a milk man, a rag man with a horse drawn cart, a knife sharping man with a horse drawn cart. Three channels on our television, laid on the shelf in the back window of our parents car without a care, Saturday night baths. These were good times to be a kid! My cell phone was two cans with a string between them.
 
First off, I receive the Providence Journal and the ink does not wear off; I love it! When we did something wrong whoever caught us punished us, then they told our parents and they punished us. We knew what time to go home at night; the street light came on! We had an ice man, a milk man, a rag man with a horse drawn cart, a knife sharping man with a horse drawn cart. Three channels on our television, laid on the shelf in the back window of our parents car without a care, Saturday night baths. These were good times to be a kid! My cell phone was two cans with a string between them.

Love it, Oct46! Bet you have some wicked stories to tell! :kiss:
 
WIWAK, Gilda Radner was my personal heroine and role model.

Now, I have a bit of a girl crush on Tina Fey.
 
WIWAK it was cool to play with plastic men with big muscles, short shorts and porn star names, have mock battles for hours.
Apperntly now it's frowned upon as being socially aggressive.

>Sol
 
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I had to walk 6 miles up hill there and back to get a cup of milk which I had to hold in my hand (no gloves) the entire time.
We could only afford 1 shoe so I had to hop around when my foot eventually got frostbite.
Then I had to thank my parents for letting me do this chore before I was beaten with a belt for not saying please when I was sent to get the milk in the first place.
 
I had to walk 6 miles up hill there and back to get a cup of milk which I had to hold in my hand (no gloves) the entire time.
We could only afford 1 shoe so I had to hop around when my foot eventually got frostbite.
Then I had to thank my parents for letting me do this chore before I was beaten with a belt for not saying please when I was sent to get the milk in the first place.

:D I do hope you went back and read the intro to this thread. I think we grew up in the same neighborhood! Did you live in a cardboard box for awhile??:cattail:
 
:D I do hope you went back and read the intro to this thread. I think we grew up in the same neighborhood! Did you live in a cardboard box for awhile??:cattail:


No. We lived on the street where we had to pay the municipal government to lick the street clean in order to live in the dark alley with the feral cats who scratched us awake as my alarm clock.
We didn't get to move up to a cardboard box until I was 7. Man, that was good times. Livin' the high life then.
 
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