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The Simplicity of Childhood
On a recent Let's Do This they spoke of playing in dirt piles as children. A wave of nostalgia flew through me as I listened to this. I called one of my childhood mates and we talked for about 2 hours on all the plain and dangerous things we did as kids that made our weekends fly by. Like playing in cattle sale yards with high risk of getting a serious virus, riding our bikes up to the hills that surrounded my town, playing in shoulder high grass not worried for snakes and jumping off cliffs into water holes not caring if a broken tree branch is waiting to impale us.
So how did you spend your childhood days without such things as the internet or modern video game consoles?
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Permalink Reply by MDS on -
Well, I was fortunate enough to have a 1/4 acre piece of undeveloped property between our house and the street behind us. So, of course we used that "lot" (for lack of a better word) as a meeting place, baseball field, football field, kick-ball field, riding bikes around, freeze-tag, hide-n-seek.... Hell, I can't think of a single thing that we did NOT use that field for.
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Permalink Reply by PurpleMonkeyDishwasher on -
Rollerblading!
Looking for frogs and snakes
riding bikes
shooting bb guns
playing basketball
desperately trying to build a tree house with my cousin and accidentally slicing my ten year old hand open with a hack saw
trying to make a rope swing with nothing but a 2x4 and hay string... never worked obviously
climbing trees and seeing who could jump from the highest branch (not smart when you get past about fifteen feet)
we found a rusty machete once in my grandpa's old barn... so yeah.
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Permalink Reply by Jordan O. on -
Playing with hot wheels :D, also the jungle gym was the shit too. My dad also built me a tree house which i sunk hours into playing in and stuff.
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Permalink Reply by PurpleMonkeyDishwasher on
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lucky... my dad was a fucking architect and a solid carpenter and he didn't even make me a tree house. Maybe if I was better at sports he would have loved me more.
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Permalink Reply by Jordan O. on
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man it was so bad ass, but then the tree got filled with water, froze in winter, then feel apart during the spring.
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Permalink Reply by Stephen Quentin Easton on -
I read. I explored. I made and played games. I created fantasies involving whatever I had to hand. I watched a bit of TV.
There was very little in the 70s for me beyond that.
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Permalink Reply by Jon, Gallifrey's Mindfreak on -
I don't know if it's modern, but I loved my Gameboy classic as a kid.
I had a lot next door to my house that was technichally owned by the church across the street. But we were able to use it for a makeshift dodgeball field and (when I was older) a volleyball court.
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Permalink Reply by Kizmania on -
I recently watched my three year old nephew play in the dirt for about two hours straight. I believe he was building some sort of dirt kingdom if I'm not mistaken. So little kids haven't changed too much.
I can remember building forts made from everything sheets, fans, and couch cushions. I rode my bike, or skateboarded everywhere, jumped off my roof onto my trampoline, converted my trampoline into a slip, and slide by putting liquid soap on it and a sprinkler underneath it. Played roller hockey in the street, and spent most days at the park down the street. I got NES, and game gear in 6th grade, and then video games became a big part off my kid life as well.
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Permalink Reply by Zeke on -
Well, I mostly grew up with martial arts and capturing animals and of course... GAMEBOY!!!
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Permalink Reply by thepropayne on -
I have been pretty stressed out from studying for finals, so thank you to everyone posting for bringing me back to a simpler time.
As a kid, I was a huge fan of playing GUNS. The specifics of how to play are pretty hard to explain over the interwebs, but I will try. What you do is go inside, find some of your favorite toy guns, have a bunch of neighborhood kids do the same at their houses, and then commence the bloodiest fictitious firefight since the Boston Massacre. If enough kids joined in, wars between you could be formed, but most of the time it was just a co-op campaign against the worst foes your 8 year old brain can come up with.........Hmm, I guess that was not that hard to describe.
If the players decided to work together to fight the imaginary ranks of evil, the game of GUNS was often filled with dramatic backstabbings of who is actually on whose team. You never knew when the kid next door was going to reveal that it was he who sabotaged the radio that was meant to call for reinforcements once you guys were done rescuing the president out of the doghouse.
Too bad that little bastard didn't know that Casio digital watch your Granny got you for christmas was also a radio, and his reveal was actually being broadcasted back to the base! *insert gun duel here with defeated running away yelling about how revenge will be paid, or how much the other kid cheats*
You can tell a game of GUNS is being played when you hear the following:
*They are in the trees now! Shoot the trees!
*Force field! Force field!
*OK, timeout. Like, imagine that my guns are now shotguns, and every time I shoot a badguy, they blow up into a million pieces.
*These acorns are now grenades.
*.......I'm bored. Wanna go ride bikes?
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Permalink Reply by DarkProphet94 on -
watched movies most of the time (the two biggest ones were Toy Story and Batman), read books, played baseball, and of course, the best memory of my childhood:
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Permalink Reply by Lab Rat on -
Most of my childhood was spent at my grandparents' farm. The land backed onto the White Lake wetlands so every free moment I could wrangle was spent in the swamp. Hunting, exploring, trapping, fishing; there was so much to do (and so many different animals to eat). Every now and then I got to race my horse Nickel against kids from neighbouring farms. We'd ride out to the Intracoastal Canal and call out to the barges, asking where they were headed and what they were hauling. I remember me and a few other kids finding a big stash of Hustler magazines in a duck blind. We sold them to a slow-witted kid and bought a pack of Kools and a box of four-ten shells with the dough. Sometimes we hopped rides on sugar cane carriages heading into townlike little hobos.
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