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running for cover and frizbee

I just look back and wonder how my brothers and I survived our youth.  Shooting arrows up into a sunny sky and losing sight of it in the sun and then diving for cover before the arrow hit the ground.  Playing frizbee with circular saw blades.......gawd what the hell were we ever thinking.  Huh?

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I think that a lot of that

I think that a lot of that kind of stuff was just normal for some of us that grew up in the 50's and 60's.  Not to mention playing around the saw mill catching snakes and what ever else you could find.  That along with drinking water out of the open ditch that ran in front of the house.  There was even a story that my mom told about me when I was around 3 years old when I decided to head over to my aunts home about 1/2 mile away on my trike.  She just called my aunt and told her that if she saw me to hold onto me until she could get there. 

Some times I wondered how I made it old enough to go to school, either the things that I did or what happened when I got home in moms and dads bedroom should of killed me. 

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Been to many stupid things

Been to many stupid things but the most dangerious things were I was married three times! But I have lived thru it and kept the last house. I remmember when I was about 5, I'd pushed my brother over one of those old punching bag rods. The bag was gone and the steel rog was still there and I figured if I pushed him over it, it would spring up and blast him right in the butt. It did spring up as soon as the wagon cleared it and hit me right between the eyes on the bridge of my nose. 60 yrs later and I still have the scar. Well that scared the tar out of my mother so a few weeks later my briother and I were fooling around with nothing to do, bad thing for kids that age. He suggested we, accent on WE, put a bunch of ketchup on MY forehead and see if WE could scare mom again. Worked too! I went toward the house crying my eyes out with my face full of ketchup. Really got her going till she wiped the stuff off my face. I think in a former life she was a Gladitor! My brother, the BS artist he's always been, denighed knowing anything about it, said he'd seen me crying and just ran for help. Good old dad got home and he thought it was funny as hell but, I still needed another whipping to make sure I didn't do it again.

I did get even with that brother some years later. He came running out of the house thru the garage for some reason. Fast as he could run. I thought I'd trap him so started pulling down the garage door. He hit the bottom on that door about eye level. His head stopped and his feet kept right on going, his head was first to hit the ground. He, of course, told the Amazon we called mom and she told good old dad. Once again he thought it was funny as hell but, I really did need another whipping.

After all these years I feel bad about some of the things we did. My dad died pretty young and I figured it was because he wore himself out whipping me. By the time we were 10 or 12 yrs old, when the babysitter got there and last thing before the folks left he'd ask us if we were gonna be good or did he need to whip us before he left. We of course posphoned the whipping till he got home!

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Stop it Don !!

Dang it Don you have me in tears over here. Laffin my butt off.

 

Stupidest thing for me involved a 6 inch piece of 1 1/4" PVC pipe, 2 end caps, a half can of fff and a pack of "black cat" firecrackers. Results: a 3 ft crater and 3 foolish but alive and scared to hell and back 12 year olds with ringing ears.

 

Another one, when I was bout 10 my brother and I took turns bush-hogging our Pastures twice a year. I was too short to reach the brake or the clutch on the Ford tractor so my dad would put it in gear for me and jump off then I could control my speed using the throttle on the steering column and the hand brake. Well not wanting to be on the tractor all week long over summer vacation from school I would run around pretty fast. As luck would have it I was heading down torward the creek where Dad had his Bee Hives set up at and my speed was just a tad bit fast. As I approached the hives I started to turn the wheel without slowing the tractor speed and the bush-hog swung aroung like a chain mace and demolished 2 of the hives. Those Honey bees were none too happy about this and swarmed the loud, red tractor. took me all of .00002 seconds to abandon ship. Now with nobody at the wheel the bush-hog straightened out the tractor direction just enough to take out another hive before plunging down the gully and into the sweet gum trees and breaking the front axel. longest walk back to the house I ever had. Turns out that Dad was mighty proud of those hives and took great exception to my destroying them. If I dont still carry the scars from that whipping I dont know how not. 

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One of my mothers favorite

One of my mothers favorite quotes for when I would do something stupid was

"When you break your fool neck don't come running to me" 

That worked until I figured that if I did break my neck that I couldn't come running to here and mentioned that.  That was another dumb thing that I did when I was young.

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