Quirky vs idiotic; which would you choose? I'll think of something when I get home.
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I've told quirky and humiliating and idiotic. I've pretty well hit all the adjectives on my time on this board.
I'm just afraid I'll share something idiotic and people will collectively think "Yep, sounds like him".
Well, I've shared idiotic stuff and they look and say, "yep, sounds like her." And that's me being an adult! Kid things are different. We all get a pass on kid things.
I'll tell you about the brick wall, and about Stone Mountain, for starters. When I get home.
That is very cool. love it.LOL. I guess that's true.
LOL. I guess that's true.
You know, that might be worth a bit of scratch.
Oh no, not another ex-hippie.LOL. I guess that's true.
LOL. You sound like my father-in-law. He hated the hippies and blames everything wrong in the country today because of them.
Nah, the Woodstock ticket came out of a vault of tickets stored that weren't sold at Woodstock because it became a free-for-all, and they all got waterlogged because it was in a bank basement that got flooded. The ticket has water stains on it. The top portion of my Live Aid ticket was torn off when we entered. They were taking the bottom portion of the tickets from everyone when you actually got into JFK, but I hid mine. And it was folded in half. I actually tried sneaking into the area that had a huge pile of tickets so I could grab some to sell afterwards, but I got caught by security and almost thrown out of the concert.
Damn you republicans, always have your hands on stuff that ain't yours!
Can't take the capital out of the capitalist I guess.Damn you republicans, always have your hands on stuff that ain't yours!
I will agree with him about a couple of them.LOL. You sound like my father-in-law. He hated the hippies and blames everything wrong in the country today because of them.
...in all honesty, when I think about being a kid-all I can remember is being lonely....not trying to be a buzz-kill, but I was an only child of a very restrictive mother and a dad who just gave up trying to over-rule her...I wasn't allowed to take part in most anything that kids normally do, that's fact....I read nearly all the time...only one other young'un in the neighborhood, 3 years my junior...we were buddies, but most of my time was spent tromping the woods around our place...following the little streamlets and finding ponds...water like that fascinates me...sometimes I had a gun with me and did some plinking, other times I just sat and listened...I didn't experience much of what other people my age made treasured and favorite memories out of, though once I got to college-the blinders came off and it was warp speed to becoming the sociable goofball I am today...
Also, the fire.
Brick wall first. 6-ish I guess, growing up in Jacksonville Florida, I had two good friends, Bruce and Paul. Mom liked when I spent time with Paul who was the son of her friend from church. He was good and saintly. She didn't like Bruce, though, who gave her reason. I always got into some kind of often serious trouble with Bruce. He was an influence on my bad. One day he and I decided to go exploring, most likely somewhere we'd recently been told never to, and came upon a brick wall which we must have decided was not in the way of our goal but was the goal itself; why else must we, instead of just walk around it (it was about six feet long), need to climb it?
It was bricks, but wasn't a wall, just a large pile of bricks cleverly organized to fool the unsuspecting. It was a brick trap for children to die in.
When we realized we'd been killed Bruce and I panicked and ran (but not before making note that I'd taken two to the head; him three) straight for our homes where dead children go when they don't know where else to go. I walked into the kitchen, up behind Mom who was washing dishes or peeling potatoes or washing potatoes, and I cried "Mom!!!". She said, "Just a second, what is it..." and turned around to see blood gushing down my face like lava on a volcano. This was the first time I caused my mom to turn (actual) white.
I did the same things! I was out in the woods, catching frogs, tree forts, swinging from vines. I loved the woods. It made you the guy you are!
Oh my lord! That is so scary! You guys were okay, yes?
Apparently...or not...anyway, the wounds healed up no big deal, it just must've looked much worse than it was. I didn't realize what I looked like.
Yes, you missed certain social things growing up. I wish you hadn't. But you experienced something which I think is deeper, more meaningful in its way by communing with nature instead of humans. I spent many hours in the woods as a kid and miss doing it as an adult. That reminds me, does anyone want to go camping? No? That's okay, I can do it alone.