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There used to be something called survival of the fittest. Now days we don't want to weed anybody out and the world will be overpopulated with dummies. Now any kid coming out of school is expecting to be as successful as anyone else without having to work hard and is disappointed when things don't go as expected. Watching a video like this is a good wake up call for a lot of people. Imagine what it'g going to be like 20 years from now.

This video reminded me how we(the neighborhood rats) would take some bricks and a plank of wood and make ramps and take turns jumping each other. 3 kids wide was as far as we would go. Just like evel kenevel. On our schwin 5 speeds with banana seats and rear slick.

LOL. You just brought me right back to 4th grade..same bike too!

I remember I had watched Fonzie jump the shark, next thing I know me and the other kids built a ramp off someones driveway with 4 or 5 garbage cans line up. My friends mom came running out just in time otherwise I would still have the scars
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The Child-Proofing industry will ultimately be responsible for the destruction of the planet.

Some school tried an experiment to reduce bullying in the play yard. They let the kids roam free, gave them hammers nails..etc..let them jump off play equipment and generally removed most of the playground rules. The result was less bullying and not any more accidents than when there were numerous rules set in place - they simply were too busy enjoying themselves.

We built model ships, filled them with glue, set them on fire and floated them in the creek.

We took whole boxes of caps, put them on a flat rock (sometimes, it wasn't very flat) and slammed a big hammer onto them, just to make a huge noise.

We hung out under a railroad trestle- we'd pack a bag lunch, grab our BB guns and roam all over the woods and fields in the area before coming home, late for dinner and covered in cockle burrs and other stuff.

Sometimes, we'd be brought home by the police because we were very late for dinner and since my friend's dad was a cop, our moms would call his mom, she would call Don and he'd have someone get on the radio to look for us. Back then, they had 6 officers for a small city of 12,000 people. Now, the local mall has a police substation due to the turds from Milwaukee who go there to shoplift, steal cars, rob people and generally act like idiots.

We climbed to the top of a 6' ladder and jump off. If someone still had a swing set, we'd swing as high as possible, then let go and fly out of the seat. Sometimes, it didn't go well. Sometimes, the chain couldn't handle the weight and when it broke, it was hilarious!

We we to a swamp and caught frogs, slugs, snakes and small fish.

We tied a rope to the seat post or sissy bar of our bikes and pulled others on their skate boards. The road was tarred & covered with pea gravel, so our feet would eventually be vibrated so much they were numb and felt like our shoes were full of bees, at the same time.

We'd play football, anywhere. If we got kicked out, we'd find another place. Sometimes, it was on the narrow strip of grass between the sidewalk and street and if we fell while we dove for a pass, we scraped the shit out of our knees, arms and faces.

Most of the kids who lived in the neighborhood when I was about 4 still lived there through high school, so we were on the same softball teams. In 7th and 8th Grades, we were damn near unbeatable and at the end of the season, the champs played against the "All Stars" from the league (each team provided two players) and we still stomped all over them. If we lost, we went to the drug store (our sponsor) and had a soda. When we won, we got hot dogs, malts or phosphates. The soda was our punishment.

We climbed EVERYTHING.

We threw rocks at things, and at each other. If we got hit, we got over it. If we got in a fight, we got over that, too. Sometimes, we'd line up and use badminton rackets to hit small stones AT each other.

Bikes? We used to jump over all kinds of stuff and sometimes, we'd crash, hard. Those of us would laugh our butts off, unless the one who wrecked was really hurt. Then, we snickered.

We used to take our Hot Wheel track(the orange stuff) and connect it all together in one long line, take all of our Matchbox and Hot Wheel cars and ran them all down a hill, crowning a "winner" on the one that could make it the farthest. If you got the "winner". everyone pitched in and bought you a coke.

Hot Wheel track all the way to the top of the rafters in the garage with a jump at the end, the winner was the on who jumped the farthest.

All you got was being the winner, and that was enough!

We are going through the pussification of America.

Don't want to make anyone kids mad because they might go to school and shoot people.

My parents sided with the law.

My mom heard me bragging to another kid about stealing a pack of gum from the store. She snatched me up by my arm and drug me back to the store with gum in hand. The store manager and my mom had me thinking I was going to prison for life, Right there in the middle of the store front and center in front of all the checkers and the customers.

Last time I ever took anything from anybody period, ever.

anybody remember stinging nettles

I had the same type of childhood that highfigh had except that I was a military kid moving every 18 months or so. Thank God I could play ball. I would get picked last at every new school I went to until they saw that I could hit the ball farther than their dad. After that kids are knocking at the door to invite you to play ball.

What great times those were.

All of us knew how to fix things. We knew how to use tools. Whenever your bike broke you would figure it out and make it work well enough to get to a house and ask to borrow their tools. You never thought twice about doing that. Or you would go to the corner service station and they would help while you drank an ice cold Coca Cola out of a 6 oz bottle.

Lots of bruises, scrapes, stitches, racked nuts on bicycle goosenecks. Great memories without helmets or pads and we all lived to laugh about it.

I went to catholic grade school for 1-8

The nuns used to whack our hands with the edge of these steel rulers that had... Then you'd get an ass whoopin when you got home 2x. The 1st time because of what you did. An the 2nd was because you made the nun whack you.

Had to walk 3/4 a mile from our house to the bus stop carrying all the normal stuff and an alto sax, through 12+ inches of snow.

They didn't close schools every time the weather guy farted.

parents didn't ferry you around. You took the friggin bus just like everyone else. And, in restrospect, the bus driver may have been a little reckless. When he came over a hill faster then he should of it was the closest thing to riding a roller coast, and damnit... you liked it.

I still have some that show up in my yard- they often grow near raspberries and I have some of those.

Nettles suck.

I had training wheels on my first bike- they were common, but I hated them because they made me crash when I tried to turn. I asked my dad to take them off and he said he would when I stopped crashing. He went to work, I took them off. When I was 6. Wheels didn't fall off, either. Oh, sure- I had a few wipeouts, but it was from going too fast/jumping over things, not from having removed the wheels.

We used to clean & wax our bikes. Found out very early that wax on the rim is not going to help anyone stop when the bike has brake calipers.

We had football helmets and shoulder pads, but we didn't wear them to protect ourselves from normal contact, we would line up and one by one, we would run as fast as we could and try to bust through the line.

One of our friends decided that he wanted something that went "BOOM" better than a firecracker, so he peeled a couple of rolls of regular caps and collected the powder. He did the same with a bunch of Greenie Stick-Um caps and Super Caps, put the powder in a piece of tissue paper, then wrapped it in an index card. On the way home from school, he said "Hey- look what I have", so we went to the tunnel under the railroad tracks behind his house. The other kid was the son of the cop I mentioned before. We set up in the middle- the tunnel is about 100' long, 20' wide and 15' high, with a ledge at each side. He got his matches and then, realized he forgot to put a fuse in it. No problem, he thought- holding it by the end, he inserted a lit punk in the other end and immediately, we heard BANG!!!, then Joe started yelling "I CAN'T FEEL MY FINGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

About that time, Donn's dad got home from work. In uniform and in his cruiser. Just as he opened the door, he heard the Boom! and came stomping back to where we were. He was pissed! Grabbed his son by the back of his neck and spanked him all the way home, in time with every syllable.