The 1970's...

[bluesbassman]

[denbot]

1. Rolling OG baby.

I carried road-rash scars to the 90's.

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[Tabasco_Dave]

2. Remember when your bell bottom jeans would get cought in the bicycle chain

those where the days!

[Art_from_Ark]

5. I was wearing some white bell-bottoms once while riding to an orientation session

When I arrived, I found that I had a horrible greasy black streak on the right leg of my pants.
I have never worn white pants since then.

[RebelOne]

27. Wore bell bottom jeans, but never rode a bike. I had a car. n/t

[TheCruces]

3. Fuck that's how it was in the 80s/early 90s

[Populist_Prole]

4. Don't want to sound like a curmudgeon, but you're right

Can't tell now if the world's more truly dangerous, or if bad luck has set the bar at normal.

[Art_from_Ark]

6. In the '60s, I rode my Buzz Bike to neighboring towns

when I was 8 and 9 years old. No helmet, either, but I did have brakes

[graywarrior]

7. In the 60's my mother would yell at us to "get the hell out of the house"

as she lit up a butt, took a swig of Black Lable and slammed the door with her foot.

[Art_from_Ark]

11. Holy Cat

I'm glad my mother wasn't like that-- although she did want us out of the house on weekends and vacation days during daylight hours when the weather was nice.

[enuegii]

12. Did she lock the door until it was dark out, too?

A friend of mine's mother did that.

Of course, she had three boys three years apart who called her "Wazuki Woman" to her face, so it was probably understandable.

[graywarrior]

13. No, she never locked it

She just yelled a lot

[hunter]

16. My sibs and I were feral children of the 60's too.

My mom doesn't need mood altering substances like cigs and Black Label. Her moods alter themselves. My dad is an artist and she is his muse, a binary star which we kids just circled around in steep elliptical orbits until, after 16 or 17 years, we'd happily launch ourselves into the stellar wilderness.

[graywarrior]

18. My mother smoked and drank to escape the reality of the madman whe married

and the lunatics in his family.

Ps: I love what you wrote

[Old Troop]

24. Wow! Does that bring back memories.

Could you even imagine saying "there's nothing to do" in those days?

[graywarrior]

28. No way!

We made shit up to do. Some of it was illegal, but what the hell.

[HopeHoops]

8. Yep - whatever we could do to try to kill ourselves - as LONG AS we were out of the house.

[WolverineDG]

10. AND DON'T BLEED ON THE CARPET!!

[graywarrior]

15. And don't come crying to me!!!!

[Amerigo Vespucci]

14. Chevy Suburban-driving Soccer moms with sun visors, pony tails and kids named "Stefan" and "Ariel"

Until Halloween last year, I'd lived for a year in Willow Glen, which is basically Soccer Mom Hell. They are fucking EVERYWHERE, yapping into cell phones and pushing double-wide baby strollers. Walking down Lincoln Avenue in Willow Glen is enough to make you want to open up a major artery.

There are some days when it just doesn't pay to leave the house. In Willow Glen, it was most days. I always got in the car and got the hell out of town.

[pink-o]

26. I'm an old, old lady, and I still can't deal with the Bay Area 'burbs!

Albeit, I was raised in Millbrae, Northern San Mateo County. But the bucholia REALLY got on my nerves when I was a teenager. Move to a huge city at 18, and never lived anywhere that wasn't urban since then.

It's a whole different sensibility--and I know people with kids eventually find the 'burbs more amenable to their families, but I'm with you: can't think of anything more mind-numbing than tract homes as far as the eye can see, and bland people who only talk about their isolated lives.

Hope you're in a better place now!!!

[Generic Brad]

17. Those were the good old days

No seat belts. Riding in the open bed of a pick up truck flying down the highway. Playing tackle football in the street wearing only t-shirts and jean.

Ah. The good old days.

[hunter]

19. Our Little League coach would put the entire team in the back of his huge pick-up...

... and take us out for Pizza.

[PassingFair]

20. We had a BOX we used to put the baby in.

Literally, it was a BOX, with plastic handles.

I'm surprised she survived to adulthood.

[UnrepentantLiberal]

21. Ah yes.

Fireworks that went higher than the roof. Monster pin wheels that ripped themselves off the fence.

[graywarrior]

29. Your shit faced dad blowing up firecrackers inside beer cans and

ending up in the emergency ward with a 4 inch gash in his thigh. Yep, those were the days!

[UnrepentantLiberal]

35. My shit faced dad, my grandgather

and his soon to be shit faced coworkers from the Long Beach, CA waterfront, all with boxes of fireworks. Forth of July kicked ass!

[graywarrior]

36. Shit faced dads and grand dads were the best!

[AggieGal]

22. No Lake Shoes

My parents let me play in the lake barefooted. I mention them since I was 4 at the time. It is memorable since I stepped on a piece of glass that required 5 stitches to sew up.

No more barefoot lake visits after that.

[pokerfan]

23. My hobby in the seventies

falling out of trees....

[graywarrior]

30. I have a 49 year old friend who gets drunk and falls out of trees....lol

[bluesbassman]

31. You say that as if it's a bad thing. LOL

[graywarrior]

33. Ha! Every Monday, I get to see her bruises.

[pink-o]

25. Yeah, we got kicked outta the house every eve after homework, and every weekend all day...

But so did everyone else's kids in the neighborhood. Initially, we'd all sulk by the front door, then start hanging out with the other kids, then play freeze tag or hide-n-seek or kickball. And THEN, good luck your to your parents finding you for dinner! No one wanted to come back in by then, and mom and dad had to drag us.

We even perfected the art of using our friends' bathrooms. No one locked doors, so we'd go into our friends' houses and say: "Mrs Jones, it's me Pink-O. Kim said it's okay if I go to the bathroom here." Otherwise, if you went in your own house, your mom would nail you and you'd never get outside again.

Skateboards made of planks and roller-skate wheels, slip-and-slides, bikes without helmets, cardboard box-tops to slide down hills. Wow, and we live to tell the story.

Playing outside is Da Bomb. Sadly, the Corporate System has succeeded in scaring us all into only allowing such activities as organized sports--and it takes a parent to drive you to them. Nothing wrong with that--better than sitting inside in front of a screen eating Crap Food--but kids will never have the organic experience of using their imaginations and exploring things like we did.

[bluesbassman]

32. Where I grew up, there were hills between us and the next town. All cattle grazing land.

We'd take off on Saturday morning with backpacks and sleeping bags and come back on Sunday afternoon. Parents never gave it a second thought. Rancher didn't care as long as we didn't leave the gates open,

Hills are mostly covered with subdivisions now, but even if they weren't I can't imagine letting kids do that now around here.

[graywarrior]

34. Hell, Yeah!

Memories.

[Canis Mala]

37. Great, worry-free...

SEX!!!!

[progressoid]

38. Lawn darts!!

[Tabasco_Dave]

39. Even the non dangerous (Dangerous later in life) stuf we did was wierd

you could buy cigarettes when you where a kid. I bought my first hash pipe when i was 13 and if you looked old enough you could buy beer and porno.

[UnrepentantLiberal]

40. Keg parties every weekend.

Can't do that anymore.