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Kids of the 70's...
MACS Offline
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFPpETHiltY

HA! So true.
Stogie1020 Offline
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Good stuff!

I have disctinct memories of lot's of "Calomine lotion" at the school nurse's office, whatever the hell that stuff was.... Also, dittos. Mmmmmmmm, loved the smell of dittos
Mike3316 Offline
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I have no idea how we were able to survive the 70s without a helicopter mom to protect us from the world. Think
MACS Offline
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As a teen in the 80's I'd frequently leave the house early in the morning on my bike and not return until dinner... or later. As long as I was home before the street lights came on.

Mike3316 Offline
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As a teen in the 80s ... same here. On Saturdays my mom would basically kick us out of the house and tell us to be home before street lights.
BuckyB93 Offline
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Yep, you ate lunch at any one of the neighbor's houses you were playing around or whoever's mom was making the "best" lunch. Mac & Cheese, Spaghetti 'Os, grilled cheese, pizza, cold cuts sammiches, hot dogs...

Back in that day, most of the wives where stay at home mothers. Houses were rarely locked (at least in my neighborhood).

Had to check in for dinner (supper in the midwest), eat, do dishes.
If allowed to and after dinner then we set off to play kick the can (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TdcrkirZMM).

We also played "Army." All kids bring their plastic play guns and stuff. Split up into teams. One team sits in the garage while the other team hides their guns around the predetermined playing field (from house X to house Y). Then other team repeats the process. Then it's a go. Run and hide. If your enemy shoots you, you play dead for the count of 30. The kid that shot you can steal your gun and hide it. When you wake up from being dead, you run to get a new gun from one of your hiding places.

Winning team is the one that captures all of the other teams guns leaving them defenseless. Rinse, wash, repeat until the street lights came on. That initiated the final check in... can I still play outside? Sometimes yes but don't go too far. Sometimes no. If yes, you couldn't leave the neighborhood out side of shouting distance and had to be back home by the established curfew.

I don't remember wearing a watch. If Mom or Dad called your name from the porch, you had like 5 minutes to stop what you were doing and return back home. If not home in time, your curfew was revoked for a day or two.


MACS Offline
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Yep... when you hear "the whistle", ya best getcha hind end in da house!
BuckyB93 Offline
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Each house had their own way of calling the kids in. Either call out your name, another would whistle with their fingers, another had a police whistle, another had a clanging bell, one had a triangle.

Depending on the method the of the call, you knew who's parents were calling and who had to get home. Didn't think much of it at the time but looking back it was a rather unique system that the neighborhood parents had (by design?) coordinated to corral the kids. If your parents were going to be away for the night you were assigned to one of the neighbor's parents and had to obey their rules until your folks came home.

If the porch light was turned off, that meant the kids in that house were in for the night and couldn't come out to play.

Simpler stuff for simpler times.
BuckyB93 Offline
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NINE!
MACS Offline
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Full tackle football with no pads. Tire swings. Rope swings. Jumping out of trees into the local ponds... from much higher than we should have. Jumping off train trestles into ponds.

Some of the crazy stuff we did. LOL
KingoftheCove Offline
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I was a kid in da 60s, finished high school and college in da 70s……..yeah……..I had a bit of “fun”…

And, so I THOUGHT my son wouldnt do all the stooopid chit I did, me being a smart and “in touch” dad and all….
Think it was 2009, my son is 15.
I’m at work, and my brother-in-law calls me…

“I hate to be a tattle tale, but, I’m sitting here in my car, waiting for this freight train to go by, and I see your son riding by on the train, climbing up to the top of a railcar.”

Yep……………..my son and I had a chat that night about train hopping, hobos, tweakers, amputated legs and such.
Sunoverbeach Offline
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Kids R' dum, but endlessly creative in finding new ways to risk their health & wellbeing. About a year back, Dad was bragging about how I never got away with anything since he had such a devious mind himself. Took me about an hour to finish the list of events I could recall in order to correct his perception.
MACS Offline
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^Yep... ask my momma and she'll tell you I was a good kid. (Can't ask her now, she died years ago)

Survey says.... BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTT.

In her defense, compared to my brothers I was a saint.
Sunoverbeach Offline
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It's all relative
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