Funny things you did as a kid
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I stopped maturing psychologically at age 19.
Other than belching contests...remember those...you and your friends are sitting on your bicycles, drinking Nehi pop, taking a swig and then swallowing hard...they're all looking at you to see what you produce. Bellllllch! Whoa, good one, Tony! Another, naw, that didn't even rate a 5 on a scale of one to ten! He makes a show of taking a big swig...
How about swear words...you get tired of belching and take off, pedaling down the sidewalk away from Pascoe's Big Boy Market...this after draining your pop and heading back into the store to claim your ten-cents for the bottle...and then buying a Top-hat ice cream bar...high on sugar, you head out, and some wit among the group says, "focking-aye!" This is quickly followed by a chorus of "focking-ayes!" Still, I do this...the expression if uttered with enough guttural reproach reminds me of men in wife-beater tee-shirts...Archie Bunker maybe. Focking-aye!
How about swear words...you get tired of belching and take off, pedaling down the sidewalk away from Pascoe's Big Boy Market...this after draining your pop and heading back into the store to claim your ten-cents for the bottle...and then buying a Top-hat ice cream bar...high on sugar, you head out, and some wit among the group says, "focking-aye!" This is quickly followed by a chorus of "focking-ayes!" Still, I do this...the expression if uttered with enough guttural reproach reminds me of men in wife-beater tee-shirts...Archie Bunker maybe. Focking-aye!
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The Nameless
M-O-O-N - That spells Nameless
I had a recurring nightmare as a young child about a bird - some kind of owl hybrid - that would fly out of my beds headboard and fly around me and my room. For some reason I called it the flapper bird.
I mostly remember things that lead to injuries. Playing hockey with planks of random wood, with a nail it, me getting annoyed with something and attempting to throw the stick only for the nail to sink into my hand.....thinking nothing could possibly go wrong if I sat on the stairs with my legs straddled over a dartboard, with my brothers playing darts - into my ankle it went.....being bitten on my right hand (i'm right handed) by our own dog and having to play space invaders with my left hand - and beating my top score.
I mostly remember things that lead to injuries. Playing hockey with planks of random wood, with a nail it, me getting annoyed with something and attempting to throw the stick only for the nail to sink into my hand.....thinking nothing could possibly go wrong if I sat on the stairs with my legs straddled over a dartboard, with my brothers playing darts - into my ankle it went.....being bitten on my right hand (i'm right handed) by our own dog and having to play space invaders with my left hand - and beating my top score.
Everything was a contest when you were a kid, hey? At least for us. Remember those times you'd be sitting around, someone would stick a hand up under their tee-shirt and start pumping the other arm? Pretty soon all five or six of you'd be sitting there on the hillside overlooking the bare dirt worn into the school lawn where you were playing football. Making those obscene farting noises? Sweaty jungly armpit from playing football. All of you looking like wounded seagulls faking out the beachcomber with shells in a basket? Squealch! Buuurfff! Squisssh! Or, as Bill said years later after walking through the clay and muck, that sounds like my wife!
I grew up when tv was black and white. When I first heard of colour tv, I thought everything was going to be just one colour.
I can't figure out how you managed that but that's hysterical - and turning her hair yellow. LOL!I was a weird little kid. My dad worked nights and my mom worked days to juggle child care and not have to pay anyone to watch me. So my dad slept most of the day and I played on my own. By the time I was 4, I could scrambled my own eggs and make toast. And I had 4 imaginary friends. One specifically with me all the time (her name was "Girlfriend" and she lived in the mirrors of the house, of course). And 3 others (Remy, Chuong and Chewnee - I'm just guessing at the spelling) that showed up at random. I remember them all vividly.
It worried my parents so much that they took me to a psychologist who told them - highly creative and intelligent kids do that sort of thing when they don't have other kids to play with. That was something they didn't think about - I was with only my parents for most of my life at that point. I have to say, I'm certainly not highly intelligent - I'm no dummy, but I'm not mensa quality. But I do have an incredibly imagination. I still love to live in my head.
My sister peed on me in the tub. On purpose. I can still feel where it hit me. I cried, she laughed.
My sister peed on me in the tub. On purpose. I can still feel where it hit me. I cried, she laughed.
I was 7 before I had a sibling to take a bath with. Never got to pee on them!
Lol heres one from me
When my older brother and I back in Jamaica when we were little (I was 8 and he was 12).
well he used to watch those old godzilla movies all the time if you know what i'm talking about
so one night were were outside and we noticed some big huge lights shining in the sky from some where
so he tells me that they are probably looking for one of those giant flying creatures lol and i believed him
we went on our bikes around the city until we found where they were at. It was like an adventure
It turns out they just had the lights because it was a new shopping place opening day though lol
but still one of my best memories from being a kid, I miss my big brother..
When my older brother and I back in Jamaica when we were little (I was 8 and he was 12).
well he used to watch those old godzilla movies all the time if you know what i'm talking about
so one night were were outside and we noticed some big huge lights shining in the sky from some where
so he tells me that they are probably looking for one of those giant flying creatures lol and i believed him
we went on our bikes around the city until we found where they were at. It was like an adventure
It turns out they just had the lights because it was a new shopping place opening day though lol
but still one of my best memories from being a kid, I miss my big brother..
You're never too old to be immature.
My philosophy of life. Actually, emotional maturity is good, of course. But remaining childlike - not childish, mind you - is important.
I know there's an old home movie of me...black and white...me peeing into the galvanized washtub in the yard where I'd been taking a bath...don't recall if the neighbor kid is still in the tub. 'Bout the only time in my life I've been cute...just like one of them little concrete angels...something in-grained mayhap...the desire to make water in water, ripples, current...purpose. I've heard about parents changing their baby boys and the cute little tyke letting loose with a torrent...there's gotta be some video of that...I think I've seen some.
Had the belief that one could derail a train by placing a copper penny on the tracks...but that lasted all of a half-hour, or less...the time it took for one of the C&H trains to pass by, Kris and I hiding in the bushes, each looking at the other, mouth agape wide-eyed, waiting to hear the horrendous crash. We walk out forlorn, the train in the distance, walk over to the tracks and find our pennies now the size of a silver dollar as thin or thinner than a potato chip.
Or that time...go pee on the cow fence (electrified).
Had the belief that one could derail a train by placing a copper penny on the tracks...but that lasted all of a half-hour, or less...the time it took for one of the C&H trains to pass by, Kris and I hiding in the bushes, each looking at the other, mouth agape wide-eyed, waiting to hear the horrendous crash. We walk out forlorn, the train in the distance, walk over to the tracks and find our pennies now the size of a silver dollar as thin or thinner than a potato chip.
Or that time...go pee on the cow fence (electrified).
As a kid in the 1950's we did not have a TV, so listening to the BBC Home Service's 1pm and 6pm News on the "wireless", was the daily routine in our house.
Sadly, the World was pretty much the same then as it is now, with people in far away places fighting and killing each other. But the term commonly used in bulletins then was "guerrillas" fighting "guerrilla" wars.
So for a long time I had this weird concept of armed gorillas fighting each other!
Wow I thought, how did they ever train them to do that?
I forget who it was that enlightened me, but I remember being rather disappointed with the rather less exotic reality.
However, as a teenager the discovery of Pierre Boulle's book "Planet Of The Apes" well that really struck a cord with me!
Sadly, the World was pretty much the same then as it is now, with people in far away places fighting and killing each other. But the term commonly used in bulletins then was "guerrillas" fighting "guerrilla" wars.
So for a long time I had this weird concept of armed gorillas fighting each other!
Wow I thought, how did they ever train them to do that?
I forget who it was that enlightened me, but I remember being rather disappointed with the rather less exotic reality.
However, as a teenager the discovery of Pierre Boulle's book "Planet Of The Apes" well that really struck a cord with me!
As a kid in the 1950's we did not have a TV, so listening to the BBC Home Service's 1pm and 6pm News on the "wireless", was the daily routine in our house.
Sadly, the World was pretty much the same then as it is now, with people in far away places fighting and killing each other. But the term commonly used in bulletins then was "guerrillas" fighting "guerrilla" wars.
So for a long time I had this weird concept of armed gorillas fighting each other!
Wow I thought, how did they ever train them to do that?
I forget who it was that enlightened me, but I remember being rather disappointed with the rather less exotic reality.
However, as a teenager the discovery of Pierre Boulle's book "Planet Of The Apes" well that really struck a cord with me!
As a kid in the 1950's we did not have a TV, so listening to the BBC Home Service's 1pm and 6pm News on the "wireless", was the daily routine in our house.
Sadly, the World was pretty much the same then as it is now, with people in far away places fighting and killing each other. But the term commonly used in bulletins then was "guerrillas" fighting "guerrilla" wars.
So for a long time I had this weird concept of armed gorillas fighting each other!
Wow I thought, how did they ever train them to do that?
I forget who it was that enlightened me, but I remember being rather disappointed with the rather less exotic reality.
However, as a teenager the discovery of Pierre Boulle's book "Planet Of The Apes" well that really struck a cord with me!
This lovely house is Shurtleff Cottage, a B+B in Oberlin, OH
Back when I lived three houses down, this was Hebrew House, owned by the college and let out for students to sleep in. The students that sacked out there didn't care if the neighborhood kids sledded in their yard. So we did.
We'd start on the porch, fling ourselves down the stairs, across the sloping lawn, down the hill, crashing down the steep embankment and finally splashing into Plum Creek, which hardly ever froze over because it was shallow at that spot and pretty fast-running most of the time.
Here's the path. You can't see down to plum creek from street level, but it's there.
We were idiots.
Back when I lived three houses down, this was Hebrew House, owned by the college and let out for students to sleep in. The students that sacked out there didn't care if the neighborhood kids sledded in their yard. So we did.
We'd start on the porch, fling ourselves down the stairs, across the sloping lawn, down the hill, crashing down the steep embankment and finally splashing into Plum Creek, which hardly ever froze over because it was shallow at that spot and pretty fast-running most of the time.
Here's the path. You can't see down to plum creek from street level, but it's there.
We were idiots.
Oh I forgot - this is so not funny, but when I was 4 and Cousin was 3, we found Uncle's loaded pistol in his nightstand during some holiday dinner. And we traipsed through the living room just grinning playing a game where I was under arrest and he was holding the gun at my back. I totally remember it, though I've heard it enough times from the grownups that maybe they just planted it there in my head, but Holy Wow! Amazing that didn't go very badly. My mom said she just talked to him about giving her the gun and he complied.