Do you have a very random childhood memory to share?

Thanks Glenn. I guess I had it coming.

 

welcome home neon.

 

I remember standing against the wall, as my big bother said he wanted to play william tell with me... Putting an apple on my head as he convinced me he had good aim at throwing a block at my head. It didn’t go well, and he did it on purpose too. Lol. He couldn’t stand me as a little sister.

 

My dad got my brother and I a set of boxing gloves. Mom was not pleased but he convinced her it was ok. We put the gloves on one evening and as we were sparring I told my brother one of his shoelaces was open. Of course he dropped his guard and looked down. I took advantage and popped him good which resulted in a bloody nose. That was the last time we used the boxing gloves.

 

Childhood memories.......

As excited as we were in January and February during a snow emergency, sitting in front of the tv set watching the cities scroll across the screen that cancelled school for the day, we were equally upset in June with the protracted school year to make up for the lost days.

 

man, when i was a kid summer vacation felt like a lifetime. not in a bad way of course, i still thought it was too short. but back then it felt about like 2 years feels now.

 

I used to hand out lint out of my pockets and tell everyone it was candy. I remember doing this around a kitchen table in the 80s. Everyone was so nice to me. What happened.

 

Cookie Man seems to have a rather unique perspective, because I agree with you as a kid summers seemed endless.

At the end of each summer I was thoroughly satisfied and ready to get back to school

 

My Guess Would Be They Did The Same To You As I Would Have Done............A Good Smack Across The

Back Of The Head With A "House Brick"..........Problem Solved.......



Cheers Glen.

 

With my Grand parents in India, had Tiger cub and mongoose (they were there to control the King CCobras that, during the monsoon season lived up in the rafters out of the flood. Every so often one of these cobras, moving from one rafter to another would miss and drop to the floor with a loud 'plop' and then rise up and 'hiss'. At that point, the mongoose and the tiger cub would race each other and pounce on the snake - this was their meal.

 

Strange that you should say that. He does evince a profound lack of regard and empathy, along with narcissism, god complex, and passive/aggressive tendencies. Only in recent years has all this occured to me in such a way that I was able to verbalize it, though, so I spent most of my life just avoiding him as much as possible. In the last 5 years I started web-searching his behaviors and every last one of them led to one of two things: psychopathy and narcissism, the latter being a vital marker pointing to the first. Once I brought up either of these two, a laundry list of behaviors I'm all-too familiar with came pouring out. I've wondered over the years how many places he could stash a body (there are plenty) and, if he treats his own grown son this way, what has he been doing to others over the years? My brother likes to point to the fact that, since he's 90yrs old, how long can he go on? To this I always answer: "How long does it take for someone like him to destroy another person's life? How many has he already hurt, and how badly?" Alas, there is no proof of anything; only what we've witnessed of his behavior with us.

I buy my own bottled water to drink. I also put a block before the door to my room to prevenet unwanted visitors when I'm asleep at night. He hasn't bothered me in the last two years, as I informed him of the consequences if he ever tried again.

 

Man, that's a pisser!

 

Well, Richard and I found this wonderful 5 gallon pump sprayer one summer when we were about ten years old. Pump stream would go 30--40 feet when pumped up real good---'bout the size of a good piss stream. We put it in what we considered our club house ,which was his old ramshackle garage that wasn't used for anything except for various kid shenanigans, We fooled with it and eventually set it aside, but then in September ----we got an idea. HALLOWEEN. You see, in our little home town it was water balloon craziness Halloween night. Everyone from grownups to little kids had water balloons and even during trick or treat---you had to watch your ass. But no matter on that score --everyone that was outside got smacked with balloons. There was one group , among many high school kids that would mess with us , regardless of the season and we knew they would be riding around in a pickup pelting everyone. We knew they would pay us special attention if they saw us.

Since Richard and I had the run of the town since we were 6--7 years old, we knew all the hiding places, the back yards, the alleys , which led us to believe we could get away with our HUGE Halloween idea. So-we started pissing in our sprayer every chance we got and had well over 3-4 gallons of ripe stinky piss by the time Halloween rolled around. We first did our duty that night going around begging for the usual tooth shortener , stashed it in his house and went for the sprayer. Our first set up was in the bushes alongside his house. We knew those pricks would pass by sooner or later. Sure enough and perfectly they came driving down the street pelting a bunch of kids on the other side of the street. We had our sprayer pumped to the max and let go a powerful stream of ripe piss. They were already wet and didn't seem to notice at first. We got out of there and headed for our next set up a few houses down the alley from Richards. We heard someone say--"what the fuck"? And the pickup made a u-turn. It came down the alley and this was even better. We were hiding just off the alley and so they would pass just a few feet from where we were hidden. "'We gotta find those fuckers and beat their asses", and various other comments. They got right by us and we really soaked the piss out of ém. They were more interested in covering up from the piss hitting them than jumping out to get us, so we made a successful getaway again! To shorten this up--we did it one more time, successfully escaped , never got caught and have had a great story to laugh about and to remind each other of the great piss caper over the years!! My boy Richard died last year---so that's why I'm telling you-all. Got to keep the story alive somewhere. Sure miss that boy.

 

I lived on a steep street on a hill

Anything that had wheels, my siblings and I would roll or ride it down the hill.

We crashed a lot and got lots of battle scars to remember those days by.

One day, after halloween, we rolled pumpkins down that road. Man oh man did they pick up speed! Crashed into curb and blew to pieces

 

I remember the image of my mother jumping up and down on the bumper of our family car..a Ford Model A. Seems the starter would lock and the only way to get it to work again was to jump up and down on the bumper.

 

I remember I was sleeping wit yo daddy in the car and your mamma was jumping up and down to get us out.

 

well i remember the whole blessed thing, so pick one randomly?

ok, i remember freeking out my mom, when i was, well i hadn't been walking for very long, and that was before i started talking in coherient words,
there was a basement for a house, the formwork was still in place, but the concrete was 'set' if not yet entirely 'dry',
anyway this was the $51.00 down, $51.00 per month, 1948/49, house my parents were into, in buffalo ny, before we moved to california when i was 3 years old,
so anyway i must have been not much more then a year, i had walked out when they weren't looking, the top of this basement wall was at ground level,
so anyway, no floor or anything had yet been build on top of it, and little daredevil that i was at that age, i choose to stand on the very edge of the deep drop to
what would no doubtedly have been a very hard concrete floor, some 8 to 12 feet below.

even that may not be my earliest incident that stands out. there was also the first time i saw a model railway, that was just such an amazing thing,
to see this little thing, no bigger then my hand, moving under its own power. and more then that, well it was in the basement of the house of a signal maintainer,
there in buffalo, and again this was when i was just able to walk and hadn't yet said an actually intelligible word in any known language,
and you've got to remember this was before integrated circuits or even discrete transistors were commonly familiar items, even if the latter, had in theory been invented,
unbeknownst to must humans at the time, at any rate, so this was all done with mechanical relay logic circuits, that it had,
there was just this single track that went all the way around that basement, but it had a working colored light block signal system, and an automatic reversing,
when it got to this one place in the track it would stop, and reverse and go all the way around in the other direction till it got to that same point, and reverse and go back around again.

anyway that was where i really fell in love with the idea of model railroading and have been all my life ever since. the whole rolling stock was that one trolley car.
not only was it amazing to me, seeing something like that for the first time at that age, but also, this was pre-1950,
and almost no one had ever yet even heard of more sophisticated technology, let alone actually seen it. television was still the bleeding edge of technology,
and radio stations were still broadcasting live programing with voice actors in studios, voice acting stories in real time.

 

Just as well he did not want to play cowboys and Indians, then practice his skills with arrows and guns.

 

I think that a lot of people have tendencies that cause problems with other people and they simply do not realize the damage that they are doing until it is too late.
Fortunately, only one in a million of them end up as serial killers, or even accidental serial killers. LOL
I wonder if part of your fathers problem was that he was frying his brain by drinking his DIY water....... Just a thought.

 

Back in those days you could have fun all day without hurting anyone else.
We call the way that kids live today progress