Gee, you took " if you are going to do something do it right" a little too far!Didn't even break a bone until I was 21 or since.....but it was a doozy:
Gee, you took " if you are going to do something do it right" a little too far!Didn't even break a bone until I was 21 or since.....but it was a doozy:
Those old cars were made the right wayTeenage dumb story:
I graduated from HS in 1991. My buddies and I all had old junky cars - big ol' 1970s boats like Chevy Caprices or Ford LTDs. Of course those things were indestructible. I had a '78 Malibu. Anyway, being kids, we thought we needed to test out the strength of the bumpers on those cars. It became a game to put two cars nose to tail. The front car would be in neutral and the rear car would push. We would drive all around town that way and see how long we could keep the cars from separating. Two cars became three and sometimes four in a row.
After a few days that wasn't too much fun any more so the game evolved. We would drive around and try to find our buddies still at stop signs, and then roll up and tap them with our front bumper. This was great fun because the unsuspecting guy in front would crap his pants when he got hit. One day after school I was riding with my buddy Ryan and we spied Steve up ahead waiting on traffic at the stop sign on Main street. So Ryan gunned it. Steve saw him coming and though he would outsmart Ryan. He hit the throttle to go but then realized he couldn't make it across the street without getting hit by cross traffic so he slammed on the brakes. That '75 Malibu nosedived and the rear bumper went up in the air. Then Ryan's bumper went right underneath it. It smashed in the grille. On those old cars the bumpers had little lips on the top and bottom. When the dust settled, the lip on the bottom of Steve's bumper had managed to slide over the top of Ryan's bumper, effectively locking the two cars together - right on Main Street at 3:30 in the afternoon. We tried and tried but couldn't get those cars apart, meanwhile the whole town was driving by. We eventually got them unstuck, I stood on the hood of Ryan's car and rocked it up and down while Steve drove forward and Ryan backed up...
So many people saw that one that we couldn't hide it from our folks. It was the last time we played bumper cars...
You can be good AND dumb, there must be something???I was a good girl.
Yeah, ouch!Ouch that looks sore!
Good lo'lawn darts, wonder why they stopped making thoseLolz, where do I Start... Hmm.. Well.. Could recount about all the injuries sustained playing "Stuntman" (though, amazingly, nary a Single broken bone ..or Giving injuries playing 'Dirt-clod Wars' (with Rocks embedded in them
..Or, trying to play 'Beat the Car', by chucking rocks across a busy street, and seeing who could a) get the 'timing' right and b) Get back to 'cover' in time, if Not.. (!!)
..OR, maybe that time when we discovered Why playing 'chicken with Jarts' (those huge 'lawn darts', popular in the mid / late 70s, that ended up Banned, iirc..) was probably, yah - a 'Bad idea'..
..Or making a 'dummy of myself, in Bed', and sneaking out at 1am to go to the 'barranca' (local flood-wash), when the Folks were away on their Anniversary, and left an older - Wise-to-kids-shennanigans - couple 'in charge'...
..But, maybe since 'a picture is worth a Thousand Words', I'll just 'sum up' by sharing when I learned 'How Not to attempt to DIY your bike into a "chopper"...
(..but you should'a seen the Curb..
..Yeah, that was 2-3 months of 'seeing red' (miraculously, I didn't Break my orbit, but besides the Massive 'plum' I gave myself, there, Once it finally 'opened', I still had blood in my eye for awhile..) I mean - sure, you Could-maybe classify it as an "accident", but.. Truth be told, it falls more into the category of 'AcciDerp'..
I could go on for... Some-time. but, God I cherish those days.
jd
Come on Terri!!!You can be good AND dumb, there must be something???
No one noticed you were missing for several days?I never had that kind of childhood. The church play was the closest I ever came to normal. Once I hit around ten, can't be sure as no birthdays celebrated, my life blew to smithereens and became a version of surviving the zombie apocalypse. I could go for weeks out in the bush and no one would care.
So, dumb for me, was dog paddling across a cold deep lake alone without actually knowing how to swim or anyone even knowing where I was, or crawling into an old beaver dam to hide, not realizing there was no way to turn around once in there. That pickle took me several days to get out of.
No one noticed you were missing for several days?
Well that explains why I like your online persona.No one cared where I was or for how long. No one asked. I could have been gone for months or years. I was usually camped out in the trees with my horse most summers. Out of sight, out of mind.
Home was not some place to be if others were there. I was never near the house on week-ends or when my siblings were there. I would get off the school bus miles from home and cut through the bush to avoid being alone with my siblings. My oldest brother was a biserker.
I grew up in the twilight zone, and never knew all the things you all talk about. I never spoke a word to anyone and once put the high-school gym teacher in the hospital when she snuck up on me and clapped me on the shoulder from behind. I flipped her over my shoulder and she ended up going threw the gym door. It wasn't intentional, just instinct. I was exempted from self defense classes after that.
Don't bring up police ect... they didn't exist along with anything else you all take for granted.
I have lived shtf and am not looking forward to round two. Last I will say on this subject. Probably said too much.
Sounds like you're talking about us guys, I tried not to be manipulative, but one time a girlfriend told me I had a magnetic personality.So interesting that this thread comes up today. I was thinking this would be a great topic. I have to think about this.
I was naive and trusted people for their word. It took me many years to realize that people are not always honest. Many are manipulative and say what they will because it can get them what they want.
You can be good AND dumb, there must be something???
Come on Terri!!!
In my house, they only cared because I was the family servant. "Go fer this, go get that, go do this." I always wondered what happened when I left home. Did people get up and get themselves a drink of water then? Did they get up and go to the sink and get water by themselves, like they were always capable of but decided that being waited on was better? Who did the laundry? Who cooked? Who did the dishes? Who made beds? Who cleaned? Who shoveled the snow? Who mowed the grass? After I left home, I felt so free. I remember walking down a hall at college and wanting to jump and click my feet together.No one cared where I was or for how long. No one asked. I could have been gone for months or years. I was usually camped out in the trees with my horse most summers. Out of sight, out of mind.
Home was not some place to be if others were there. I was never near the house on week-ends or when my siblings were there. I would get off the school bus miles from home and cut through the bush to avoid being alone with my siblings. My oldest brother was a biserker.
I grew up in the twilight zone, and never knew all the things you all talk about. I never spoke a word to anyone and once put the high-school gym teacher in the hospital when she snuck up on me and clapped me on the shoulder from behind. I flipped her over my shoulder and she ended up going threw the gym door. It wasn't intentional, just instinct. I was exempted from self defense classes after that.
Don't bring up police ect... they didn't exist along with anything else you all take for granted.
I have lived shtf and am not looking forward to round two. Last I will say on this subject. Probably said too much.
Ok, going to start " dumb things I've done as an adult" , step upI'm not sure the statue of getting my but beat has expired!
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