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50 minutes ago, Cherry Bomb said:

I put my parents through hell during my Freshman and Sophomore year and there are still nights I sit and cry about it because they are now both gone. I am lucky I never got any of these diseases and also pregnant. I did use condoms most of the time, but not always. Like I said I would not indulge in this personal past shit unless I thought there might be one person here that might be 14, 15, 16 ,17 years old that might read this and have it in the back of their heads. 

Unfortunately, just like you & me and anyone else who cares to chime in, our words of wisdom, caution & experience fall on deaf young ears.   It's the way of the world.

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1 minute ago, walnutqueen said:

Unfortunately, just like you & me and anyone else who cares to chime in, our words of wisdom, caution & experience fall on deaf young ears.   It's the way of the world.

Unfortunately, you are correct. I think it is more a learning experience that teens have to go through. I had to go through it, you did, and many others. 

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1 hour ago, Cherry Bomb said:

Unfortunately, you are correct. I think it is more a learning experience that teens have to go through. I had to go through it, you did, and many others. 

Yeah, but now my peeps need to use condoms and run a background check on their prospective sexual partners ... back in the "Age of Love" , some of us fucked, and lived to tell those tales.

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2 hours ago, Cherry Bomb said:

Unfortunately, you are correct. I think it is more a learning experience that teens have to go through. I had to go through it, you did, and many others. 

I had sex later then all my friends. One of the reasons was they all told me that in retrospect, they would have waited.  

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5 minutes ago, walnutqueen said:

Yeah, but now my peeps need to use condoms and run a background check on their prospective sexual partners ... back in the "Age of Love" , some of us fucked, and lived to tell those tales.

Yeah, I understand that was a much different time then and there is a lot more information on safe sex practices. Still kids and me being one of them back not so long ago still fucked up in there judgement and it still happens today. Same can be said for smoking cigarettes. Older people can say why do kids these days start smoking with all the information out there that is is so harmful. It is because of peer pressure and also lack of judgement. Same thing with sex. For me as I am not in a place to speak on any other teen but myself it was because my other teen friends were getting drunk, smoking, and having sex. Most of the time thank God I had at least decent enough good judgement to use a condom, but there were a few times I didn't and it could have hit me with major consequences. 

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I am so tickled reading these.. We used to ride our bikes to the sand stone quarry to swim...sometimes we would ride 9 miles to lake erie to swim...no adults just kids.  We never rode horses with a saddle....just jump on a ride.  My sister and I used to make picnics and hike back into the fields to the woods for a picnic...our dog always came with us.  We would listen for our dad to whistle...then high tail it home.  Summers there were a lot of chores but after you could play.  Nearest kids on the next farm over....about two miles...lol...nothing was ever close.  I used to ride my bike into town.  Oberlin Ohio and go to the library get some books go to islays for an ice cream and go to Tappen square sit at the Boer war memorial and read...ah the days of my youth

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44 minutes ago, methodwriter85 said:

I took a ride home with a complete stranger on New Year's. And I survived and nothing happened. So there's that.

That reminds me of this commercial:

 

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On 3/6/2017 at 9:43 PM, theredhead77 said:

My mom is from a tiny fishing town (Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, if you randomly know of it) so every other summer we'd go visit my grandparents for 2 weeks. BOOOOOOOOOORINGGGGGGGGGGG! Starting around 7 or 8 I was allowed to walk to the candy store on Main Street alone or up to the tourist center to watch the bagpiper play when the ferry came in. Sounds harmless, but the ferry brought over several hundred people from Maine, few of who stayed in the town. Someone could have Kaiser Soze'd me.

The last time I was there, I was 19 (legal drinking age). I walked down to the local pool hall / dive bar one night. Had fun, played some shitty games of pool and some random guys I was talking with bought me a couple beers. Nothing nefarious happened. Next day my grandfather flipped his shit because that's not the kind of place for a lady (for no reason other than it was a dive bar / pool hall).

I know this is old, but it sounds like you had A LOT of fun! I can actually PICTURE that bar (probably a little smoky (I'm assuming 77 represents your birth year and smoking was still legal indoors back in the 90s)...

As for me?  On the first day of classes during my fourth year of undergrad, I went with a few friends to a local bar.  We stayed late and rather than walking back, we hitched a ride on the back of some guy's truck.  Nearly 17 years later, I can't believe we did that and made it back in one piece.  I remember the date, too.  September 10, 2001.

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I had a fight with my college boyfriend at a party where we didn't actually know the hosts. He LEFT me there. The hosts put me up for the night, fed me breakfast and took me home safely. And taught me a great lesson in how I should have been treated by the bf. He still doesn't know what made me kick his ass to the curb and never look back.

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Great thread! I laughed. I cried. And now I hurt like hell from fits of giggles.  

I'll be back to share after I grab a snack and a few winks. I did lots of crazy shit.  

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On ‎3‎/‎2‎/‎2017 at 3:22 PM, forumfish said:

My other grandfather not only let us ride in the bed of his pickup, but he would leave the tailgate down so we could hang our legs off. Thankfully both setsof grandparents lived out in the country, so there was no real danger. *wink*

I didn't know this thread existed!  So I'm tardy to the party.

I rode in the back of many pick-ups.  My friend's dad put a cap on his, and built little seats over the wheel wells.  He put curtains over the windows, and we would go to the roller rink every weekend in that truck.

On ‎3‎/‎2‎/‎2017 at 3:44 PM, ari333 said:

The swing set in the backyard should have been secured and cemented in. It wasn't . When we would swing the thing would rock like crazy and almost tip over.

Mine was cemented in, but the ground would get wet, and it would still pull out - cement and all.  Never tipped it, but I would try.

On ‎3‎/‎2‎/‎2017 at 3:47 PM, Whimsy said:

It was a different time, so I feel like us "older folks" can come up with tons of these.  Still amazed sometimes how we all made it out alive!

  • I rode in the way back of the old station wagon without a seatbelt

I've ridden in the way back of station wagons, and cars with a hatchback (larger ones).  I rode in the back of someone's Ford Pinto, before it was known they'd blow up.  It would backfire, and us kids would all cheer.  We thought it was funny.  My cousins in another state had a station wagon that had a flip up seat in the back, and I was amazed by it.

On ‎3‎/‎2‎/‎2017 at 7:13 PM, ParadoxLost said:

I stayed on the school bus (not really by choice) after it took out two mailboxes and got hit by three cars.  You want to blame the snow, but the same driver also hit a stationary bulldozer on a Spring day.

My bus wrecked when I was in 3rd grade.  Driver did something stupid.  Lots of hurt kids.  Saw some scary injuries.  Still, my mom drove me to school the rest of the week, then forced me back on the bus.

On ‎3‎/‎2‎/‎2017 at 11:35 PM, Sandman87 said:
  • When I was about eight, I made a home-made "cannon" out of a length of pipe, and it fired ball bearings. It was powered by M-80s.

My dad made a "beer cannon" out of old beer cans duct taped together.  You put lighter fluid in a hole that was in one end, swing it a few times, stuff a tennis ball in the other end, then light a match.  We'd try to shoot it across the creek where we had a summer place (a building with a camper attached).

On ‎3‎/‎2‎/‎2017 at 11:54 PM, Bastet said:

Oh, we can do family members' stupid antics?  Cool.

My dad and his closest-in-age sister were playing on the roof, when she jumped off and landed in a pile of broken glass (from what, I don't know).  He decided to check on her by jumping into the same pile.  And there's a scar on the side of his face that has something to do with pretending to be Zorro and the house sending a rock encased in leather back at him.

My dad jumped off the roof of their 2 story house (old farmhouse - 2 full stories with a full attic) because he thought he could be like Mary Poppins.

On ‎3‎/‎3‎/‎2017 at 3:19 PM, zxy556575 said:

Before seat belts and recessed door handles, my sister and I both fell out of the car at separate times. We were on the expressway when I tumbled and it took a while for mom to double back. She later said she was afraid to look, but honestly. My sister got a concussion but I only ended up with a patch of skin scraped off my back. When I fell, my precious cowboy boots were knocked off and I blithely ran around in traffic to pick them up before going to the side of the road. Probably 8 years old or so. Mom later had the back seat door handles removed.

My mom's brother fell asleep against the car door.  It opened, he rolled in to, and down a ditch.  Took 30 stitches in his head.  Mom was a fanatic about not leaning against car doors.

On ‎3‎/‎3‎/‎2017 at 4:22 PM, ari333 said:

Lord Donia, It wasn't hitchhiking, but I took a ride from two guys in a van. I got a good vibe from them and staying at the place where my tire blew out was far far scarier, so I rolled the dice and took the offer of a ride home (three miles ish).  I got there safely.

My car broke down coming home from college.  It was 10 miles from an exit or rest area.  It was snowing.  A trucker stopped and asked if I needed a ride.  This was 1991.  No cell phones.  I thought long and hard, and took the ride.  I panicked when he drove past the rest area.  He told me that he was dropping me at the exit because there was a restaurant there and he didn't want to leave me at an unmanned rest area.  I got out at the restaurant, and he offered to take me most of the way home.  I thanked the universe that I got out once, and politely declined.

On ‎3‎/‎3‎/‎2017 at 5:30 PM, janestclair said:

I used to play kitchen in the real oven.  When I was probably 5 or so, I put some sort of plastic colander in there and forgot about it.  My mom pre-heated the oven without opening it first, because why would you? Unsurprisingly, it melted and started a fire.  Whoops!

My mom once had someone show up at the house unexpectedly, and stuffed a counter full of dirty dishes in to the oven to hide it.  She forgot to tell me, and asked me to preheat the oven.  Melted Tupperware.  Stank bad.

On ‎3‎/‎3‎/‎2017 at 8:22 PM, JTMacc99 said:

Exactly. That's why my one and only story of unsafe behavior of my youth was that I went there on multiple occasions. All else pales in comparison. Heh. 

I only suffered one reasonably nasty injury, when I got turned upside down on the alpine slide and left several layers of skin from my left arm on the concrete. But I was 17. Shit happened. 

I got to Action Park exactly once.  We rode the Alpine Slide.  My breaks didn't work.  I hit the kid in front of me.  My cousin ripped her brand new swimsuit.  We saw snakes in the water where the rope swing was.  Our parents drug us out.  We were disappointed.

On ‎3‎/‎5‎/‎2017 at 10:21 AM, NutMeg said:

Hospital after I was born: doctor had to chase everyone away because they were all smoking around a newborn. Very Mad Man and it seems so bizarre to me. If my parents had never told me about these two episodes, I would never had believed that the parents I knew could have acted that way back then. 

When mom was pregnant with me, they thought she might be having twins.  They checked by x-raying her.

I did stupid stuff when I got my car.  More than once, I illegally passed slow pokey people.  On hills.  Or blind corners.  Duh.  I also once almost hit a pole because my mom told me I wasn't allowed to take a portable cassette player in the car (it only had an AM radio), and I didn't listen, and bent over to pick it up when it fell.  Up in to someone's yard and almost hit a pole.  I got balloons from some friends during a fundraiser at school (a candygram type thing).  I thought I was awesome for getting balloons from friends, so rather than put them in the hatch area, I put them in the back seat to show them off.  On the way home, I went around a sharp bend, and they shifted, blocking my view.  Thankfully no one was coming the other way, because I left skid marks on the road.

My college roommate's sister had a piece of cardboard she kept in the car (it was her younger sister - and she didn't drive) that said "F***K YOU" on one side, and "A**HOLE" on the other.  She flipped the sign at someone on the freeway who chased us for miles, looking rather crazed.  When we got back to school, I "accidentally" spilled something on the sign.

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When I got my first job after uni, after orientation we were all given keys to company cars (the pay was bad before commissions but at least cars and gas were provided back then, as we were going to ride a lot) and told to go to a place 30-45 min drive away, in kind of suburbs to another city, for the start of training. I hadn't driven since I took my driving exam, so it was quite the adventure for me... Still, I got there alright, even though very stressed. But the worst was the return journey.

Having never driven, and living in a big city, I just assumed following the signs to it would easily get me home. Huge mistake. There's a huge ring around the city, which I hadn't realized, having passed my driving licence in another country. So I found myself in the northern part of town, which has the image of being seedy/dangerous, but I had no idea and kept on driving, hoping that at some stage I would see signposts I would recognise (my life had been very much limited to the south part of the city, where everything - college, apartment, friends, etc. were located). At one point, I had to stop at a red light, and when time came to start again, I got so stressed that I couldn't manage to work the handbrake and accelerator at the same time, (yes, it was a manual drive), there was a bus honking behind me and I felt like a total fool. Then this guy came to my window, I don't know what I blubbered, I may have burst into tears, but apparently I invited him to drive the car for me... He got in, got the car out of blocking everyone, and drove all the way across the city to get me home. Along the way I got that he was a Portuguese immigrant, that I felt my pain as if I was his daughter, and that at some point I poured my heart out to him too.

I'm now ashamed to say that I was so relieved that I just thanked him and went home. And later got to realize with big regret that I had no idea how to reach him, to thank him fully, to tell him how much his help had meant to me, to see if there was anything I could do in return.

Remembering this story was triggered by something I read in this thread, but really, it should have been written in the gratitude thread. I'll always be grateful for that stranger who stepped in to help when I needed it.

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Epilogue: the next day, I woke up an hour early and took the train. Came back with a fellow coworker who showed me which entrance to the city to take while driving. All was smooth sailing afterwards, at least as far as getting back home went.       

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I didn't know this topic was here, I moved over a couple of these from a small talk topic I posted in awhile ago.

As a kid I was riding my bicycle in the yard.  I rode into the clothesline at neck level.   I was lucky that the clothesline broke or I wouldn't be typing this now.

I was a little kid running around the yard barefoot.  I stepped on a bee and was stung in the process.  I was bawling like a baby.   So, my oldest sibling walks up to me and says, "imagine how the bee feels".

I remember as a teenager the time when I was using a staple gun and no staples were coming out.  So,, like an  "idgit" I put my finger in front of it and pulled the trigger on the staple gun.  I guess the staple gun wasn't empty after all.   I shot a staple right into my forefinger.    I was bleeding like crazy, so I ran over to a neighbor's house and asked her (a nurse) to pull the staple out.  Well, she was a "Gabby Gerty" yacking on the phone and wouldn't get off the phone until she was done talking.  So, there I was bleeding all over the place until she was done gossiping for a good five minutes.

I was running and playing catch at the same time and ran into a tree.  Part of the branch stuck in my head just below my right ear. 

I don't know why the dart was there, but there was a dart on the edge of our garage roof, stuck into the roof.  My father knew I wanted to get it off of the roof, but he told me to leave it there.  He went to pick up my mom who had gotten injured at work.  I had just retrieved the dart from the roof when my dad pulled into the driveway.   I started running.   My father yelled at me to come back.  Like an idiot I came back, I was spanked really hard (not the first time).   I should have kept on running, I couldn't have gotten hit any worse than I was.

I was playing whiffle ball in my neighbor's yard while wearing those really short gym shorts of the seventies, tube socks and sneakers.   The ball was hit on the ground and as I ran in to grab it, I didn't see the dog shit.  I slid in it like a banana peel on a sidewalk.  I had dog shit all over my sneakers, tube socks and the back of my calf.  The dog shit was nice and steamy and smeared all over the place.

I was playing whiffle ball another time in that same yard while wearing running shoes and fell which resulted in a hairline fracture of my ankle.  I wanted to go the emergency room, but my father refused to take me until the Scout meeting was over.  I hated being in the scouts, but was forced to join.  That was four hours after I had fallen.  My foot was quite swollen at that point by the time we had arrived at the emergency room.

I was playing tennis with my sibling and while running backwards I fell on my right hand flat on a cement court.  I broke my wrist.

I am sure there are probably many more stories, but I can't think of them at the moment.

 

On 3/2/2017 at 2:49 PM, Qoass said:

Oh yeah-- if you went inside before dark, mom would kick you right back out!  Because you needed to "get some sun".  No namby-pamby sunblock for us!

Back in those days, we were told to go outside and get some sun.  Of course we didn't have any sunscreen back then.

Before that my father used to drag me to his bowling league on Friday nights.   Three hours in a smoke filled bowling alley, along with the stench of stale beer and urine.  I went with him there every week for at least 7 years. 

I never smoked in my life, but I have breathed in far too much second hand smoke.

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Mom was going to the fair with some friends and as they were getting in the car, she accidentally slammed her finger in the door. She went to the fair and shoved her throbbing finger in a snowcone. After she got home, she went to the doctor, but he said the nail would just have to come off naturally, since so much time had passed.

She also fell off her horse as a kid and it ran over her, and another time she broke her arm when her uncle blocked her path on a slide at the park. She slid anyway, hit his arm and flew off.

Needless to say, my mom's one tough lady.

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My dad was a science teacher and bought us a Bunsen burner so we could do experiments at home.  I decided to use it one day when I was home alone (probably 11 or 12 years old) to heat up soup.  The flame was too high and I managed to set fire to the lagging on the pipe above.  I still can't believe I didn't set the entire house on fire.  And no, I never told my parents.

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