Me and my buddy were tent camping once, back in the 80s, mid-winter. More drinking than camping, truth be told. One night, I threw my Bic lighter in the fire. BANG. He had another pull on his rum and coke, went and got a can of starting fluid out of his truck, threw it in the fire. Huge mushroom cloud, blew the fire out, knocked us both over, burned holes in all our stuff. Lit up the country side for 2 square miles. Sobered us right up for a little while.

 

Reminds me of an idiot friend throwing a handful of ammo into our bonfire and yelling "incoming!"

 

When I tell stories from my youth the most common reaction I get is “bull****, you made that up.“ I’ve had a colorful life and sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

 

When I tell stories from my youth the most common reaction I get is “bull****, you made that up.“ I’ve had a colorful life and sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

Yep. “Hold my beer, I’m gonna try something” is not just a funny line in a joke.

 

Often one of the females in the family makes me stop telling the story. I guess little kids can remember things a long time.

 

Here’s one for you. Took a shot at a fish with a speargun. Spear went through the fish and hit a smallish sand shark. Got towed all over the bay not want to let go of and loose a perfectly good three band speargun. Finally had to let go when it headed for deep water.

 

I REMEMBER reading a story a while ago about 3 oil workers out in the Gulf freediving around a platform in hundreds of feet of water.
Witnesses said he speared about a 300 pound Grouper... it went straight down
and they never saw him again.

 

Why, shonny, I 'member one time when I was young I, uh....um....

Nope. Lost it. Nap time!

 

Ahhhh man ... Those were the days. For a lot of women my age it was an interesting time in history, for sure. We were told we could do and be anything we wanted. So we did. But men, in general, still wanted to marry a gal who was just like the gal who married dear old day.

I can't tell you how many men said I was a really sweet girl but not marriage material because I wasn't a virgin. (No **** ... Lol) I just kicked them out of bed and they didn't get to be entertained again. 😁

I never let a man pay my way ... And I got some really interesting comments about that, also. (Like "So you think if you pay your own way you still shouldn't have to put out after I spent a WHOLE evening with you." 🙄🙄 Yep ... Sorry bud ... I already heard what a horrid "entertainer" you are from the other gals in the dorm. 😂😂

All things considered I've LOVED the life I've had so far. The bad things made me stronger; the stupid things made me smarter; and the good things have made me grateful.

And yes, I finally found a man worthy of all the BS that came from being a chick who came of age in the late 70s and early 80s. It's funny to tell some of my stories to girls in their 20s and 30s now. 😂 They are verklempt. 😳😳 😂😂😂😂

 

Ahhhh man ... Those were the days. For a lot of women my age it was an interesting time in history, for sure.

And yes, I finally found a man worthy of all the BS that came from being a chick who came of age in the late 70s and early 80s. It's funny to tell some of my stories to girls in their 20s and 30s now. 😂 They are verklempt. 😳😳 😂😂😂😂

Right in my wheelhouse, BadgeBunny...I graduated high school in `81. You're absolutely right. Those were good times.

 

You mean from when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth? Man, those basters were BIG!

 

Cruising, hot rod pickups, keggers . . . yeah, my friends and I did lots of cool fun **** when we were young.

But, none of that compared to the stuff I did with family!

 

Trips to the er... the good old days. I did a lot of dumb stuff. If I had a video camera in the mid to late eighties the jackass guys would cringe.

 

When the river flooded from heavy rain and turned into a raging torrent, I would grab the neighbors kiddy pool, a beach raft, or whatever would float and ride it for all it was worth, never thinking that I could drown in a flash flood, if my mother only knew... I almost lost my sister doing this one day, as innocent and young as she was, she always trusted me, always by my side. I swam harder than I ever had that day and was barely able to get to her in time, I pulled her to the bank as she was choking up water and trying to breathe. She almost perished that day, she never forgot that day, neither did I.

Used to catch bullfrogs so big they would barely fit in a cat carrier, snapping turtles big as trash can lids. Those were the days.

 

My 3 boys did something similar ... Playing around in a drainage ditch FULL of floodwater
... It was probably 10 years after it happened that they told me about it. 😳😳 The running joke at our house is that they waited until they were in their 20s to tell me so they could run when I tried to beat them for being dumbasses ... 🤦😂😂

 

"there was this time I ......." (looking around at all the minors listening) "err....and that was very very bad, I should never have done that, i'm lucky i lived through it and YOU should never do it. "

 

We used to leave the computer room window unlocked at the school. We would sneak at night, gorge on jelly filled donuts at the cafeteria, drank pop in the teacher lounge, tried changing our grades, went swimming. Lol the times we had.

@BadgeBunny, we waited till we were in our 20’s before we told our parents certain close encounters.
My father was a cop in our town of population of 2100. He found to many things, when we showed up on the police station. Man we were difficult children. Lol.

 

 

PANT, PANT, PANT, enough please do not post her pictures. I am not as young as I once was. Anybody else remember when they colorized the series and found out that her GASP panties showed with the different light?

 

Are we gonna bust into
"Boy, the way Glen Miller played...
Songs that made the hit parade...
Guys like us, we had it made...
Those were the days!"
??????

 

I would love to share some memories but the statute of limitations may not have run out yet...

 

Yeah. I think I’m still not allowed to go into Canada, from Canada’s Thanksgiving, Victoria 1979. Somebody thought it would be a good idea to send 2 US warships up there during that weekend. Nothing was open, nothing for 1200 American sailors to do. It was a very small town then. There only 3 or 4 little bars, I think. The locals were singularly unimpressed by us.

 

Don't have many of those. I grew up hard son.

 

I enjoyed my teenage years but honestly I didn't get into hardly any trouble at all. That came in my 20s with the Marine Corps. Though by that point I was a little wiser and knew what I could and couldn't get away with. Still, I'd have to think real hard to bring back memories from the past. Usually they start dissapearing from memory after 5-10 years. The price of thinking about the future every waking minute I guess.

 

Listening to this song brings back a flood of memories from my teenage years.
Me and my boys were hell raisers! Intoxication was a large part of our party days. How we lived through those days amazes me to this day.
We love to work on our cars (teenage hot rods), we raced them, used to run them from the cops, even got away a few times, it’s go to know your territory.
Like he said in the song, “we went rolling without knowing where we were going” “so wild so free”. So true, we used to just drive. Anywhere! Everywhere! Looking for fun and looking for trouble. Usually with the radio turned All the way up! Man we love to just drive. Of coarse cruising for chicks was always priority number 1.
Life seem to stand still for such a short period of time. You thought that life would always be this way, You would have these friends and memories for the rest of your life.
Time, distance, and Life got in the way. Unfortunately those dear friends are no longer in my life. But those memories will always be there.
To my boys, I love you all. I get emotional just reminiscing.

Do you have memories of your teenage years? When time stood still? Friends from a simpler time in life?

Time passed by. We grew apart. We had families. We grew apart some more. I moved away as did a few others. The growing apart changed into a long game. Now we speak once or twice a year.

I wish I had of sat in class and smiled and nodded instead of going out drinking and drugging with those fools. What a waste...

Anyways, gratitude. Yes. Gratitude. Resentment is junk. Gratitude is good.

I'm glad you had a good time.

 

Grew up in Philly,teenager in the early 70's total insanity🤪

 

I can remember sneaking into a Cheech and Chong movie. Then raiding my neighbors tobacco drying shed acquiring a couple leaves and using lined note book paper ( it was all we had) and rolled the hand shredded leaves up. Yep it looked cool but it was really harsh. I guess that is why the grew tobacco for chew.

 

My first car - bought and paid for with cash I earned

except mine was primer gray and had a natural red patina.... I could camp out of the trunk, so a big plus My budget Winnimegga

 

1949/50 Plymouth? My first 'car' was a 1941 Plymouth pickup. It is in the back yard but needs some extra work after the fire.

 

One last post-----Remember when we got indoor plumbing and a fancy new ELECTRIC ice box.
YUP I am officially old.

 

I had a wonderful childhood and young adulthood. Despite growing up poor and hungry. Life was a lot of fun and we had plenty of good times. Still do too! I'm not one of those who thinks the past was better.

Here is me in 1981. Through some careful work, I bought, fixed up and sold motorcycles until I could afford something nice. Had a blast! And, no I never robbed stores, looted or stole anything, despite being dirt poor. I worked for what I had, and surprise-surprise, it actually worked out properly.

And today's toy:
(note my tail number is "Cujet" hahhahaha)

 

I do remember the time when me and my twin cousins, Daryl and his other brother Duard, went hiking in the canyon across the street from our house. Well, we came up on a cliff about 50-60 feet tall and didn't feel like trying to go around it. Well, there were some trees that were about the same height as the cliff and they were only about 15 feet out from the cliff. So, we decided to jump out to them and climb down.

Long story short, we all survived but I had a eight inch scar on my belly for several years.

That was when we were in our early teens, after that we got into motorcycles and had plenty of fun. Did what I had to do to graduate high school but dropped a few classes that I didn't really need. I dropped auto shop but still showed up to help friends work on their cars (I didn't care for the classroom crap because I knew way more than the teacher). I dropped Physics because it was boring and the teacher and I didn't see eye to eye, even though I passed all the tests.

After high school I went to work delivering furniture and got into Hot-rods. Bought the aforementioned Plymouth pickup and stripped it to bare frame and replaced or repaired every nut and bolt on that rig. Did all the paint, upholstery and mechanical myself and spent 8 months and $800 rebuilding it.$400 of that was in the metalflake paint.

 

Had a friend who would have bonfires at his farm, he would throw a bread bag with a rock in it for weight, and filled with acetylene into the fire. One day he graduated to a extra large contractor trash bag. Blew the fire flat and flipped over people on lawn chairs.

I wonder why my hearing is shot.