To all the kids who survived...

[Wolf]

All true - and I could tell you my childhood...just the same.But what I can't figure out is all the people who make these stupid fucking laws and go around blaming and sueing people for their own fuck ups - are are same age as me and had childhoods the same...where did they learn this shit from? Certainly not in our neighbourhood!

Perhaps they are of the same species as a Roman General-turned-Senator called "Torcatus", so named because he met a Celtic champion in single combat (mano e mano, winner takes all), was victorious and claimed said champion's torc (metal neck adornment for the benefit of those who may not know) as a trophy. One of the first laws he passed (on becoming a Senator) was to ban single combat with Celtic champions as too many soldiers were doing so and failing.

The species is called "Hypocrite".

[Damon]

I remember the old days, growing up on the farm, going out setting snare traps for rabbits and gin traps for possums,

falling off the water fall down the back when i got to close and only a handfull of grass between me and the rocky bottom 30m below.

learning to ride in an orchard on a bike with no throttle return.

Fliping the farm bike down a hill and getting on to ride it back up again.

Making our own crossbows to chase birds.

Chopping my finger with the axe and only needing a bandaid.

Towing friends on tryes behind the 4 wheeler as hard as we could with no saftey gear.

Getting my own gun at 12, and being able to use it!

Sneeking out at night to run around the farm and then having to clean up the woodshead when we got busted trying to get back in.

Shootng my first goat and then being made to carry it home on my back while everyone played Mr Ed with it's blood covered head

Being covered in cow shit when i shouldn't have been looking at the back end of the efluent sprayer, and only needing a shower to fix it.

Riding my pushbike down a hill that was too steep, crashing and then rolling winded to the bottom to push it back up and try again.

My parents making me climb into the blackberry bushes to get the good ones in the middle.

Teasing the pigs and then getting in the pen to see how close they could get without eating us.

Riding cows and laughing when the bucked us off onto the concrete

And now the farm i grew up on is a bunch of "life style blocks" so fucking townies can have a bit of the rural life, WANKERS!

Those were the days when Men were Men and women did what they were told

[Damon]

I was chatting with a friend recently about all the kids on meds and in therapy, i wanted to know what made them different to all the other kids that have grown up trough time, what made them need pills to keep them thinking straight, and then i found out she'd been on pills...opps.

People are so ready to blame ADD and the like, i had trouble concentrating in school, but that was because i wanted to be outside running around, and once i had i was fine for the next 30 mins, kids these days are babied too much and brought up too fast, they need to know what being a kid is all about before becoming brain surgeons.

[Goblin]

[QUOTE=Damon]I was chatting with a friend recently about all the kids on meds and in therapy, i wanted to know what made them different to all the other kids that have grown up trough time, what made them need pills to keep them thinking straight, and then i found out she'd been on pills...opps.

I reckon alot of it has to do with diet. Look at all the fast easy snacks parents are feeding their kids. There's more numbers than actual food.
There will always be doctors dishing out pills cos they have incentive from the pharmacuitical companies. And if doctor says you need pills then you must need pills, doctors do know everything, dont they?

[MSTRS:Me]

..... doctors do know everything, dont they?

Apparently. But when they don't, there is an Ombudsman to say they do anyway.
Loving this thread...all so true. Bring back the good old days....they were b-a-a-d.

[Wolf]

Anyone got a dimensionally trancendental blue police box or a geek-pimped Delorean? I feel a desire to go back to a time when if you put your coffee between your legs then attempted to drive and burned yourself, all you'd get would be laughter and cries of "Dumb-arse", not a hefty pay-out and the promise of an international company to put "Warning: Coffee may be hot" labels on all their cups...

[ManDownUnder]

Fond memories of my cousin and I with God only knows how much bailing twine... hoisted an air rifle (BSA Meteor) up a tree so we could sit and snipe at anything with a pulse...

wonderful fun, and causing heart attacks to anyone looking on.

[SPORK]

I remember the good ol' days when my mum would listen when I told her to get back in the kitchen.

I remember the days where real men wore leather and had hair bigger then your sister's.

I remember when we'd set off at dawn and come back at sunset covered in blood with half the outback slung behind us on a rope.

Wait, no I don't...

[ManDownUnder]

I remember the good ol' days when my mum would listen when I told her to get back in the kitchen.

I remember the days where real men wore leather and had hair bigger then your sister's.

I remember when we'd set off at dawn and come back at sunset covered in blood with half the outback slung behind us on a rope.

Wait, no I don't...

Actually you put it nicely in a nutshell - you don't remember it and it's a hell of a loss. If you were being a twat for some reason - would you rather have a cop give you a good swift kick or put you through some family group hug session regime?

I wonder which would have done you more good.

All the tagging shit is WAY out of hand because Joe Public's scared to swat the little bastards, or get their favourtite coloured paint and give their clothes a seeing to.

Na mate - life's very restricted now. And it's getting worse

edit - I note your avatar kinda suits the response too...

[Macktheknife]

WOT?!?!?

Responsibility?
Boundaries?

Mate - you're clearly not from around these parts. The government won't let us have either and I, for one, will contact them to find out what my opinion is!

ROFLMAO
That is brilliant, when you find out would you let the rest of us know so we can all become the good and obedient little sheep we should be?
A little poetic memorial...

I miss the old days and the old ways
but they are gone like so many of my old friends,
nothing more than cherished memories now.
I suppose I should be grateful for the fact that I have them still.

As the light dims in my eyes
the bright sun still shines in the hallways of my mind
the screams of children were something to be longed for
not feared or investigated.

The world was full of adventures yet to be had
and games still to be invented in the excitement of each day.
I miss the old days and the old ways,
So did my father.

[SPORK]

Actually you put it nicely in a nutshell - you don't remember it and it's a hell of a loss. If you were being a twat for some reason - would you rather have a cop give you a good swift kick or put you through some family group hug session regime?

I wonder which would have done you more good.

Oh dude, no cop can catch me. See, I saw on 50 Cent's album how he was like oh the cops i kill them and shit and then i like yeah and stuff

All the tagging shit is WAY out of hand because Joe Public's scared to swat the little bastards, or get their favourtite coloured paint and give their clothes a seeing to.

Dude your wack that shit is dope. itz coz u hv a lmitd view point youve got 2 XPANND ur viewboint bro

Na mate - life's very restricted now. And it's getting worse

edit - I note your avatar kinda suits the response too...

I'll take 'em with a bottle of bootlegged firewhiskey in one hand and a Skid Row cd in the other. :spudgrr: :spudgrr: :spudgrr:

[SARGE]

I remember the good ol' days when my mum would listen when I told her to get back in the kitchen.

I remember the days where real men wore leather and had hair bigger then your sister's.

I remember when we'd set off at dawn and come back at sunset covered in blood with half the outback slung behind us on a rope.

Wait, no I don't...

piss off.. i have shoes older than you...

All the tagging shit is WAY out of hand because Joe Public's scared to swat the little bastards, or get their favourtite coloured paint and give their clothes a seeing to.

i was working in an upmarket club in Dayton Ohio back in the mid 90's.. couple little 'gangsta' assbandits decided to mark thier territory all over the front of the club..


problem with that is they did it during business hours..


4 of us grabbed the little assholes and escortd them to the cooler where we stripped them down to thier skivvies and turned them into 'urban art' ( whole new meaning to 'Blue Balls'..)

filled thier ears up with paint.. asscracks..hair.. everything..

then we showed the the door..THROUGH the club main floor on a Friday night.. out the front in thier skivvies..

January..

Dayton Ohio..

-4 degrees F


never had a problem after that ...

[Swoop]

Nice one!

And the reason that we don't die from mums cutting allsorts of stuff on the chopping board is that the timber kills of the bacteria - aparently.
The plastic ones are the dodgy ones cause the bugs live on the surface and can breed. Only cure is to nuke with boiling water.
(Totally useless piece of trivia for everyones evening!)

[Goblin]

Oh and the long hot summer days making sledges out of fence battons, towed behind the tractor after hay-making. In one paddock there was a little bump which was once a drain, told the driver to get the tractor over the bump, then nail it! Well he nailed it before the bump and got the wee massey ferguson about 5 feet in the air and the muffler flew about 20 feet in the air. The dopey prick hopped off the tractor and tried to pick the muffler up and his fingers stuck to it.
Same driver was too busy watching me on the sledge and drove the DB right through the fence, I had to bail out before I ended up being sliced by barbed wire.
We got caught riding the Yamaha Grasshopper up and down the driveway at 70kph with no helmets
Going rabbit shooting and pulling tails off dead bunnies.
Playing cowboys and itchy-bums on the horses with no bridles or lids, until someone got chucked off and the wind knocked out of them.
How did we survive indeed?:slap:

[chickenfunkstar]

Wasn't that long ago, I grew up in the late 80's - early 90's and I can still remember:

cutting down trees with the saw on a mates pocket knife just to see if it could do it,

Crashing my bike about once a month and getting mum to pick the gravel out of my knees,

seeing who was brave enough to stand up on the seat of a pushbike when going down a long hill,

riding on the back of a ute lying on top of a pile of hedge clippings so they didn't all blow away,

feeling really cool 'cos I got to sit on dad's knee and steer the van for the last 1km home,

going into the bush at night at night to test out my new torch,

getting 'dubbed' to school sitting on the front handle bars of a mates bike, no helmet,

'magic carpet' rides for 50c on an old piece of carpet getting towed behind a tractor.

Thinking about it I guess most of these things wouldn't happen anymore.