That is so cool, but completely terrifying to me! I get scared just looking at the photo!
When I was a kid...
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That is so cool, but completely terrifying to me! I get scared just looking at the photo!
Something that terrified me as a kid was the "classroom guillotine"... do they even still have these in schools?
People on ludes should not drive.......
My Brother's gonna sh**! My Brother's gonna kill us!
Make up your mind, dude, is he gonna sh%t or is he gonna kill us?
First he's gonna sh**, then he's gonna kill us!!
I dunno, but I sure have them at work, they are wicked, and I use them 3 times the size of that.
You have to be fast, and ruthless. Or you can get scared.
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With common sense on the decline and litigious parenting on the rise, these don't seem like something you'd find in a classroom nowadays.
I had a teacher in 5th grade that was missing two fingers on one hand. The rumor was he lost them in an accident with the paper cutter! (Not sure if that was true or not but I believed it when I was 10!)
School day smells,
I remember the way the ink used to smell on the freshly printed test sheets,
The smell of the chalk boards,
The smell of the cafetiere wafting down the halls as they gear up for another daily feed frenzy,
The smell of Herbal Essence shampoo drifting from the still wet hair of Kathy Turner(sat in front of me)
Mildewy smell of the boys locker rooms
Oh, And always my fav, The smell of the library!
I remember the way the ink used to smell on the freshly printed test sheets,
The smell of the chalk boards,
The smell of the cafetiere wafting down the halls as they gear up for another daily feed frenzy,
The smell of Herbal Essence shampoo drifting from the still wet hair of Kathy Turner(sat in front of me)
Mildewy smell of the boys locker rooms
Oh, And always my fav, The smell of the library!
Waiting for the school bus on the first day of school (so excited in new clothes and with a rainbow of new crayons and supplies).
The heat of the sun making my head burn as we played Barbies on the front porch.
The coolness of the woods where we made our bike trails.
Getting off the bus on the last day of school, shedding shoes and running on the gravel barefoot to toughen our feet for the summer. (We never wore shoes.)
Ski-sledding behind a light blue VW bug, and thinking I was in love with the 17-year-old driver.
Walks down to the lake behind our house...perching on a huge fallen oak and reading the day away.
The heat of the sun making my head burn as we played Barbies on the front porch.
The coolness of the woods where we made our bike trails.
Getting off the bus on the last day of school, shedding shoes and running on the gravel barefoot to toughen our feet for the summer. (We never wore shoes.)
Ski-sledding behind a light blue VW bug, and thinking I was in love with the 17-year-old driver.
Walks down to the lake behind our house...perching on a huge fallen oak and reading the day away.
I seemed to cram a lot into a day when I was a kid. I'd do the usual things like school, be back home for meals, homework and watching TV, but there always seemed to be just enough time for other stuff, too, like going for long bike rides (nowhere near as much traffic in the 80s as there is now, though the roads still seemed busy) or, when younger, going to a mate's house and playing with his collection of Star Wars figures, making stories up for umpteen hours on end.
During the summer holidays we'd have games of football or cricket that started at 10.30 in the morning and went on until dark (or just after, sometimes). The greens we used to play on (and I'm talking about the period of 1985-1989) have now either been turned into residents' car parks or have 'No Games' signs on them. Not that you could or would want to use them now because they're usually liberally covered in dog sh!t (despite there being a £1000 fine for not clearing up after your pet).
And yet, on top of all that, it seems like I spent a part of pretty much every day running or walking through the woods that were just over the other side of the canal from where I lived. That's where we'd sometimes play Track (unsurprisingly, where one of you legs it into the trees and the others get to hunt you down), or skim stones on the pool and canal, or make paper boats and race them (until they sank, whereupon we'd follow 'the survivor' until it, too, succumbed; one of my mate John's efforts made it to the edge of town - 3 miles away!).
I'd love to know what trick it is (that all kids seem to have) that slows down time like that.
(Though you can keep the teenage crushes and lovesickness, thankee very much.)
During the summer holidays we'd have games of football or cricket that started at 10.30 in the morning and went on until dark (or just after, sometimes). The greens we used to play on (and I'm talking about the period of 1985-1989) have now either been turned into residents' car parks or have 'No Games' signs on them. Not that you could or would want to use them now because they're usually liberally covered in dog sh!t (despite there being a £1000 fine for not clearing up after your pet).
And yet, on top of all that, it seems like I spent a part of pretty much every day running or walking through the woods that were just over the other side of the canal from where I lived. That's where we'd sometimes play Track (unsurprisingly, where one of you legs it into the trees and the others get to hunt you down), or skim stones on the pool and canal, or make paper boats and race them (until they sank, whereupon we'd follow 'the survivor' until it, too, succumbed; one of my mate John's efforts made it to the edge of town - 3 miles away!).
I'd love to know what trick it is (that all kids seem to have) that slows down time like that.
(Though you can keep the teenage crushes and lovesickness, thankee very much.)
My father almost drowned when he was a kid, so he insisted we all learned to swim. I swam my 2 lengths to get into the diving pool, but then just sat on the "benches". Watched my brother go off the 10 metre though.
In schools 8 years ago, but in an office kids were not allowed in. One of the teachers I used to do volunteer work for was afraid of it, so she always put major cutting aside for the days I was in. (I was careful, but never scared of it.)
My very first skates clamped onto the bottom of my shoes and had said skate key.Ohmygosh... Siggy is online and its still morning! I'm never here when Siggy is here lol.
I remember OvaltineCourse I'm old enough to remember roller skates with keys too lol
My very first skates clamped on to the bottom of my shoes and had said skate key.Ohmygosh... Siggy is online and its still morning! I'm never here when Siggy is here lol.
I remember Ovaltine
Playing in the lawn sprinkler. And a slip and slide.
The odd time that song pops up on the radio I can see those skates as clear as day.
Every time I hear that song, I think of Roller Girl in the movie "Boogie Nights"
