Author Topic: Name something that you did as a kid that would get your parents strung up today (Read 1778 times)

wreckhog · « **on:** February 24, 2010, 04:04:01 AM »

I was a smoker at 5

SHOOTALL · « **Reply #1 on:** February 24, 2010, 04:05:47 AM »

Man i have made it this long , not spilling beans now , no way .

billy_56081 · « **Reply #2 on:** February 24, 2010, 04:06:46 AM »

Was allowed to drink a beer at a cousins wedding dance. Was about 10 it was in my uncles barn.

Brett · « **Reply #3 on:** February 24, 2010, 04:20:45 AM »

Do you mean things like drive the family car at age 14, take out the family speed boat alone at age 12 or drink an occasional beer with pop beginning at age 16, that kind of stuff? No, not me, uh uh, never did anything like that.

Dee · « **Reply #4 on:** February 24, 2010, 04:28:26 AM »

Leave the house at 6AM with a 22 rifle, a pocket full of shells, at the age of 12, and not come home till dark.

LAREDOBOB · « **Reply #5 on:** February 24, 2010, 04:30:52 AM »

When I was a Sr. in high school (1965) my parents gave a party for the whole class and served mixed drinks and beer to everyone. I feel we were a lot more responsible then and no one got out of control or in trouble. Just try to throw a party like that now.

SHOOTALL · « **Reply #6 on:** February 24, 2010, 04:32:23 AM »

that was ok here at 10 with a 410 , no pocket full of shells - 6 at a time and at least 3 eatable critters to get mo shells . I was not thinking about the street racing at 17 and such.

gstewart44 · « **Reply #7 on:** February 24, 2010, 04:50:22 AM »

1) Wanted to try one of my fathers Cuban cigars when I was eight. My brother wanted to also - he was six. Dad put us in the back of the pickup truck and drove around while we each puffed on a Habana.

2) Helping me take into my 4th grade class for show n tell - a bayonet collection from Civil war through Korean war.......

3) My dad and other parents let a dozen of us drink beer and wine at my friends Bar Mitzvah party (we were 12-13 at the time).

Boy times were different back then.

Oldshooter · « **Reply #8 on:** February 24, 2010, 05:16:34 AM »

Walked up to my Dad and some older family members at a crawfish boil once, this was in the early sixties, Wanted a swig of his beer, he gave me the can and I took a sip. This was looking good, I asked to have a puff on the cigarette he was smoking(camel no filter). He says, well OK but if you take it you have to smoke it until you are done! This is looking grand. So i take his cigarette and take a puff, Immediately start choking and throw it down. NO NO NO he says, you gotta finish it, so I smoked and puked and smoked and puked until it was done. Never put another cigarette in my mouth to this Day!

Can you Imagine his explanation to CPS for that one!

gstewart44 · « **Reply #9 on:** February 24, 2010, 05:28:43 AM »

Quote from: Oldshooter on February 24, 2010, 05:16:34 AM

Walked up to my Dad and some older family members at a crawfish boil once, this was in the early sixties, Wanted a swig of his beer, he gave me the can and I took a sip. This was looking good, I asked to have a puff on the cigarette he was smoking(camel no filter). He says, well OK but if you take it you have to smoke it until you are done! This is looking grand. So i take his cigarette and take a puff, Immediately start choking and throw it down. NO NO NO he says, you gotta finish it, so I smoked and puked and smoked and puked until it was done. Never put another cigarette in my mouth to this Day!

Can you Imagine his explanation to CPS for that one!

Boy does that bring back memories. I forgot to mention above that my dad made my brother and I finish the two cigars he lit up for us....and he kept driving down bumpy roads....it was in between pukes that I realized why he let us smoke in the back of the pickup.....

Heather · « **Reply #10 on:** February 24, 2010, 05:30:15 AM »

Walked several blocks to a grocery store with a group of friends starting at age 5 or 6. At ten my friends and I traveled a few miles to another town on bikes to eat at a place we didn't have in little old Piedmont. During the summer from the time I was 10 we stayed at home alone all day during the summer while our parents worked. We had set chores that had to be done everyday, and me any my brother had to stay together. Those were the only rules and we had our run of the neighborhood. We could go to the store, the Y to swim, the park to play. Ya know it sounds like our parents were careless, but it was a safer time in a much safer neighborhood. I still see kids in groups on bikes at that little store I used to walk to and walking up to the YMCA with no parents in sight.

Heather

GeneRector · « **Reply #11 on:** February 24, 2010, 05:38:45 AM »

Howdy! On Halloween when I was about 3 years old and my older sister was 5, Mom sent us out by ourselves to go trick or treating in HOUSTON, TX. No information was given to us on "how" to get candy and treats. Mom just "assumed" that we knew how. Along came a kind stranger that showed us how to go up to a house door and knock on the door and when it opened to say "trick or treat". We got lots of candy that night and got home safe and sound. Looking back, we were very fortunate that we ran into this kind man and not someone with harmful intentions. Always, Gene

gwhilikerz · « **Reply #12 on:** February 24, 2010, 06:37:42 AM »

Maybe carrying a Colt 380 in my pocket while running my paper route. I was 12. My brother (10) packed a 38 spec. derringer on his route. Mom and Dad owned a small grocery/service station right across from the grade school. Sometimes I would get on the school bus and ride out to my favorite fishing hole where I kept some fishing stuff stashed. The driver would laugh and say "see you this afternoon". Or coming in from school and asking Dad which gun I could take out and shoot. He would get the ammo and tell me which gun to take. He was a gun trader so I had many guns to shoot

On summer weekends I would hitch a ride to wherever the coal companies were having their baseball games. I could get $5 to play and $10 if we won. Sometimes I would get to go with the men on the team to the only wet town in our area. I would drink pop while watching drunks fight, sing, and once even shoot each other. Life was tuff but good.

williamlayton · « **Reply #13 on:** February 24, 2010, 08:58:31 AM »

I drove my mom's car up too Corrigan when I wa 12 to get my sister from church camp. Only about 25 miles.
During the Summer my friend and I would go with his dad---he was an oil field contractor--and jim would drive. He had a 57 Chevy wagon and we had learned it had a passing gear. We were out on the road I told Jim to hit passing gear. Mr James had no clue that it had one. When he hit that passing gear Mr. James said "don't do that no more Jimmy, you might break it."
Blessings

teamnelson · « **Reply #14 on:** February 24, 2010, 10:14:22 AM »

Quote from: Dee on February 24, 2010, 04:28:26 AM

Leave the house at 6AM with a 22 rifle, a pocket full of shells, at the age of 12, and not come home till dark.

+1 ... but sometimes with a .22 pistol, or my .45 caliber BP pistol.

Sourdough · « **Reply #15 on:** February 24, 2010, 10:27:56 AM »

Driving my Grandma to Carthridge in the pickup when I was 10. Carrying a .22 rifle to Elementry school during squrril season on the bus. When in High school carrying my Deer rifle in my car to school, so I could hunt on the way home. Parents gave permission for kids to use Tobacco in the 5th grade at my school, I started chewing at that time. Most of the boys smoked.

Foxxtrot · « **Reply #16 on:** February 24, 2010, 11:11:57 AM »

I smarted off to my mother when I was 6 or so. My father worked out of town alot. She had the bus driver spank me in front of the rest of the bus for smarting off. This was 1981 in very close nit rural area.

I went off by myself with the dog and rifle entire weekends. Miss those days.

mcwoodduck · « **Reply #17 on:** February 24, 2010, 11:37:31 AM »

I rode my bike with out a helmet. OK I did wear a helmet but that was when I was going to do something really stupid.
Had a BB gun scabbord mounded to the bike.
From the time I could reach the peddels on the lawn mower that was my weekly job. Used the riding mower, edger and weed wacker from 6 on mostly with out super vision.
Made Ruber band guns that shot the pull rings off soda cans.
OH used power tools from the time I was 7 on for what ever project I wanted to work on.
drove the car at 11 or 12 after telling my MOM how to shift. She and dad got mad and said "OK smart Butt you drive". pulled over and I drove about 5 miles.
Made a cross Bow with a trigger system.
Was allowed to have beer as long as it was at the house or friends houses when in High school. parents met and made an agreement that we could have 2 cases of beer a night and the driver was only allowed 2 beers for the night.
Went back to boarding school after Christmas with my brand new 22 target pistol to shoot on the team. It lived in my foot locker for a month till the Tack officer saw me heading off to pistol practice with it under my arm in the case. It then lived in his desk draw.
We would take out boats and sail to one anothers houses.
Always had pocket knives. Even had one with me on the 9th grade field trip to NYC and went into the Isreali Embasy with it and would fly with one in my pocket as a kid most of the time a buck 110 folder in a sheath on my belt.
Carried a wood stock off my rifle to refinish it at wood shop on the bus to and from school.

Hodr · « **Reply #18 on:** February 24, 2010, 11:53:20 AM »

I worked at Mom's restraunt from the time I was 10, no coercion, I just wanted to. By the time I was 14 I could handle the flattop grill on Sat. mornings for berakfast. Since retiring I no longer have Boy Scout/Explorer Troops to cook for and teach cooking to. Some of those I taught I talked into culinary academy and they are mostly on cruise ships now but one has his own restraunt and is doing well. As far as myself I would rather be camp cook than a hunter when we go out.

blindhari

Empty Quiver · « **Reply #19 on:** February 24, 2010, 12:01:54 PM »

Standing in the middle of the main street shooting pigeons off the top of the church with a pellet rifle. It is still a pretty small town but I can't imagine this would fly now days.

wreckhog · « **Reply #20 on:** February 24, 2010, 12:23:28 PM »

Sharpened my ninja throwing stars in shop class. Then the class, including the teacher, threw them.

oldandslow · « **Reply #21 on:** February 24, 2010, 12:59:38 PM »

Quote from: Dee on February 24, 2010, 04:28:26 AM

Leave the house at 6AM with a 22 rifle, a pocket full of shells, at the age of 12, and not come home till dark.

I did that.

I hauled my .22 rifle to school on the school bus and built a stock for it in shop class. Hauled it home on the bus too. NO one said a word.

blind ear · « **Reply #22 on:** February 24, 2010, 01:07:57 PM »

Started driveing to school every day when I was 12, no activity bus to take me home after football practice. Would see the city police and chief most days, and often the HP. Taught my 6 yr old brother to drive,sitting in my lap, while driving to school. Carried a pocket knife to school from 4th grade through college and most jobs since. Would hunt or frog hunt when ever I wanted to from the age of 10, useing a tractor as a 4 wheeler or a boat with 9.5 horse motor.. rode my bike 6 miles to town from 9 yr until I started driveing. My brother learned to water sky behind the same boat and started rideing his bike to town and hunting earlier that I did. Most of it was common place for the place and times. eddie

Dances with Geoducks · « **Reply #23 on:** February 24, 2010, 01:22:04 PM »

Staying all might at the girl across the street house, because she didn't want to be home alone.

GRIMJIM · « **Reply #24 on:** February 24, 2010, 02:22:11 PM »

It's a strang world nowadays and a lot of the things we took for granted would land the parents in at least some kind of parenting class. Walking to school alone at 5 and coming home with a key to do my homework and wait until my parents got home.

My parents were in Michigan for three days when I was 14 and I was out every day in my dad's brand new '79 Jeep honcho pick up truck. He wasn't too happy about it though.

gypsyman · « **Reply #25 on:** February 24, 2010, 02:37:54 PM »

My dad giving me a 7/7 at a wedding reception,(about 13 or 14 I think) then getting a few on my own. By the time we left, so blind stinking drunk, threw up in the back seat of the car. Next day, he made me clean it out. Nothing like cleaning out your own vomit, with a very severe hangover. Mom wasn't to happy either.It was her brand new '69 Grand Prix. Had beer at my high school graduation party. Now days, both mom and dad would probably go to jail for that. gypsyman

45-70.gov · « **Reply #26 on:** February 24, 2010, 02:40:48 PM »

i was doing methanphedamine when i was 7

not 17....7

well i did when i was 17 too

Questor · « **Reply #27 on:** February 24, 2010, 03:18:47 PM »

My 8th grade science teacher was a truly accomplished gun collector and hobbyist. I told him about how my friend's father's revolver needed repair and he told me to bring it to school, but be discreet about it. I brought it to school in a brown paper bag. He fixed it. I returned it to the owner.

tallyho · « **Reply #28 on:** February 25, 2010, 10:09:08 AM »

When I was 10 I got a Red Ryder BB gun. Used to prowl around the neighborhood shooting mice and starlings. Neighbors would request my services if they saw these varmints in their yards. Got cookies and treats in return - I guess that made me a professional hunter at that age. Shot my sister with the Red Ryder once - more or less by accident. (She was leaning against a screen door, and I didn't think the BB would penetrate the screen - I was wrong!)

Gone all day hunting and/or fishing (depending on the season) on weekends from about 13 on. Only rule was to be home by dark. Walking or riding my bike through town with guns on the way to the fields/woods. My bike had a leather rifle scabbard for the rifle or shotgun. No pistols allowed though, this was in Canada. In rabbit season took 6 rounds of 22LR and was expected to bring home 6 bunnies.. daily limit was 6. (I often snuck a couple of extra for grouse).

Fortunate to attend high school with a rifle team and were occasionally allowed to bring our own rifles to sight in or compete with. No probs bringing them to school. No probs taking the regular transit bus into town, and carrying a gun to or from the gun store.

Tried smoking but hated it (thank God!) and wasn't keen on the taste of beer either, so never had much excitement in those areas.

bikerbeans · « **Reply #29 on:** February 26, 2010, 01:45:00 AM »

buy a six pack of beer at the local carryout when I was 15; this was 1970 in Kentucky. I was a little nervous the first time until a 8 year old girl came in an bought a bottle of cheap wine. The clerk looked at me and said it was for the girl's grandma. I told the clerk my Grandma preferred Strohs and left with my beer.