Down At The Old Swimmin' Hole - Childhood Memories

[jaguarr]

Pickles story about the geese made me think about going to stay with my grandparents every summer while my folks went on vacation. They had these geese that were just mean SOB's. They would chase me and my brother and let me tell you, when a big gander gets ahold of you with his bill and pinches you really hard, it hurts like F**K!!! Especially when you're only eight years old! My granddad used to let us ride the little 70cc Honda motorbikes he had all of the 20 acres of property he had. My mom would NEVER let us ride motorcycles when we were kids, so that was his cool little secret with us. My Mom never found out about that until I was probably twenty years old. And she was PISSED at my granddad when she found out, too! LOL! In the front yard of their house, my grandparents had these really huge willow trees with the long branches that drape all the way to the grass. My brother and I used to grab an armful of those things and go swinging across the lawn on them. We even invented a fun game of swinging at eachother and seeing who could knock the other one off their branches. Think Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome without the chainsaws. This invariably led to one of us getting knocked on our ass and then crying because we'd had the wind knocked out of us. Good times!

jag

 

[AndThePickles]

^Damn, the geese never caught us!! That sucks!

 

[jaguarr]

^Damn, the geese never caught us!! That sucks!

Be glad they didn't. They leave nasty welts and bruises where they bite you.

jag

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

Ace of Base songs.

Hah, cool.
I saw the sign, lol

 

[AndThePickles]

Hah, cool.
I saw the sign, lol

Hell yes. Sadly, I think our home-made music videos were still better than the actual group's. Hehe. That was a lot of fun.

 

[Holly Goodhead]

On my 5th Birthday, me and my rottweiler watched my nanny hang herself.

 

[jaguarr]

On my 5th Birthday, me and my rottweiler watched my nanny hang herself.

Did you slice her open and play in her blood or use her as a pinata?

jag

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

fortuitous because rottweiller's love nanny.

 

[jaguarr]

fortuitous because rottweiller's love nanny.

They're not only nutritious, but they promote healthy teeth and gums.

jag

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

ask for them by name

 

[thedeadite]

my fondest memories....

- hanging out with my brother, even though he could be a total a-hole (but what are big brothers for)

- playing adventure with my sister...we used to dress up as archeologists and dig up the back yard looking for treasure. We had canteens and old camera bags full of stupid crap like spoons and the ties from bread bags (we would split them in half and flick them around at "bad guys")

- reading my sisters comics (always classic x-men and cloak and dagger...it's all she had)

- playing outside ALL DAY LONG...you just don't see kids doing that anymore..

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

the ties from bread bags (we would split them in half and flick them around at "bad guys")

Whoah

 

[Evil Dead 13]

I'm rather anti-social, and I was an only child of a single parent, so I entertained myself. I wrote a lot, read a lot, and drew a lot. Still do. And I think one of the most fantastic things in the world is to ditch reality on a daily basis.

And that would have been the end of it. But, I was lucky enough to have two older cousins, who knew when to save me from myself. (John's six years older than me, and Matt's three years older.) And of course now I realise how fantastically nice and patient they were to humor a little girl for so long.
Although age really didn't matter--it was pretty much us against the adults.

We'd do things, like take bikes apart and put them back together and jump ramps and such. We'd climb trees and fly kites. We'd listen to music and play cards and partake in video games all the time. And I thought those days would last forever. And it all sounds so simple, now.

But of course life happens, and you grow up, and some things can never be same again. Meh. Threads like this are no good. I live in the past far too much, already. But yes, memories are good. Lots of times, they're all we have left.

 

[Sarge 2.0]

That sounds like a narration from a Stand By Me-esque novella, or some Wonder Years rip-off T.V. show.

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

maybe the Goth Wonder Years

 

[jaguarr]

Anyone do a lot of camping with their families when they were a kid? We used to go to this particular lake several times every summer and camp for about a week or so. We'd spend the days fishing and water skiing (getting to drive the ski-boat my dad had was a really big deal) and then at night we'd tell ghost stories, roast hot dogs and marshmallows, make s'mores and throw lighter fluid on the campfire when my dad wasn't looking to make it jump up in size. Some of my aunts and uncles and cousins would meet up with us there and one of my uncles owned a houseboat (the kind that float on a dock) that we used to stay at sometimes when we didn't want to actually camp out. The bats used to get in there and one time I woke up to my Mom screaming and my Dad chasing a bat around the place with a broom.

This thread is making me wish I was a kid again.

jag

 

[AndThePickles]

Anyone do a lot of camping with their families when they were a kid? We used to go to this particular lake several times every summer and camp for about a week or so. We'd spend the days fishing and water skiing (getting to drive the ski-boat my dad had was a really big deal) and then at night we'd tell ghost stories, roast hot dogs and marshmallows, make s'mores and throw lighter fluid on the campfire when my dad wasn't looking to make it jump up in size. Some of my aunts and uncles and cousins would meet up with us there and one of my uncles owned a houseboat (the kind that float on a dock) that we used to stay at sometimes when we didn't want to actually camp out. The bats used to get in there and one time I woke up to my Mom screaming and my Dad chasing a bat around the place with a broom.

This thread is making me wish I was a kid again.

jag

Yup. Me and my family would go hiking/camping with the family across the street. I remember climbing all around and burning my marshmallows on a stick hehe

 

[jaguarr]

Yup. Me and my family would go hiking/camping with the family across the street. I remember climbing all around and burning my marshmallows on a stick hehe

One time a cousin of mine caught his marsmallow on fire and tried to put it out by waving his stick back and forth really fast. The marshmallow flew off his stick and onto his dad's FACE! It took months for the third-degree burns to go away on my uncle's face and it left a very faint outline if you look REALLY closely at his cheek. My cousin got his ass kicked for that one. LOL!

jag

 

[AndThePickles]

When I was really little mine would catch on fire and melt off of the stick. So frustrating

 

[Daisy]

On my 5th Birthday, me and my rottweiler watched my nanny hang herself.

You know that was Emilio, not you.

 

[Kritish]

I remember geting raped by the local priest.

Oh damn, that's not a good memory.

 

[The IronMan]

Daisy that is a great story. kick the can that really brings back some more great memories.it was a game that was played quite often in my neighborhood,my house being the base of operations i grew up at a great time and often share stories with my kids on how good I had it. They never seem to tire of my stories and i am always willing to share with them

 

[Holly Goodhead]

You know that was Emilio, not you.

Emilio, Emilio, Emilio!

 

[Daisy]

Emilio, Emilio, Emilio!

I bet no one ever knew Emilio's Sister's name was Jan.

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

Anyone do a lot of camping with their families when they were a kid?

You know, we actually did a ton of camping, hiking and exploring ghost towns/abandoned mines in southern Utah with our youth group leader from church, and he NEVER molested any of us.