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We sometimes didn't even wear shoes.

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I guess I was around 10-11 when I made a bet with a buddy of mine I could go a week without wearing shoes. Started after Church & went until Sunday School the following Sunday. Such a sweet victory, but man you shoulda seen my feet.

The Guadalupe river was about 1/2 mile from the back of our house growing up. Momma yelling to come home wasn't an option, so a red blanket on the back fence was the signal to "get the F home now". Otherwise we were back before dark.

It was nothing for us to be gone all day swimming in the river, building fires, constructing forts, running traps, etc. The guy who owned the property gave us permission to ride his wild a$$ shetland pony in an effort to break it so his daughters could ride it. By the end of that summer, the pony wasn't just broken, it was damn defeated.
Some of the fun had:

• Re-enacting that scene form "Man from Snowy River" on the creek bank.
• Hooking up a commandeered sheet of plywood & making a sled/surfboard for the Shetland to pull.
• Learning to joust with a long piece of Chinaberry as a lance.
• Putting a bandana over the pony's eyes while someone climbs on top. The blindfold was removed and the pony smacked on the hindquarters when the "bronc rider" yelled "Let'r Buck!".
• Shooting a little Bear longbow at targets while at full gallop just like the Commanch.

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txags92 said:

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Apache said:

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I miss those little windows. Bring back the high/low beam clicker on the floor board while you're at it.

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I heard they were going to have to do that anyways because the Cajuns kept getting their foot caught in the steering wheel trying to turn on/off their high beams.

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Burdizzo said:

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txags92 said:

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Apache said:

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I miss those little windows. Bring back the high/low beam clicker on the floor board while you're at it.

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I heard they were going to have to do that anyways because the Cajuns kept getting their foot caught in the steering wheel trying to turn on/off their high beams.

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Also an Aggie joke.

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Quantum Entanglement said:

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How are you people still alive?

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There were some losses. But dammit, the odds were in our favor and we lived man. We lived.

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deadhead aggie said:

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you had three options for these and no, using the gun wasn't one of them.......

1. pop one at a time with a hammer
2. pop the full roll with a hammer
3. bite them one at a time

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jja79 said:

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This isn't the garden hose but speaks to how different everything is. You could have a cooler in the bed of the pickup, be pulled up to a red light next to DPS, finish your beer, jump out, throw it in the pickup bed, get another beer and wave at the trooper before the light turned green.

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GasPasser97 said:

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Getting shot with a BB gun

Friend shot in the knee cap with an arrow

Another friend played baseball with bandages on his arms - burned up jumping over a burn pile and tripped

Same friend shot by his brother with a bottle rocket

Same friend sprayed a line of cigarette lighter fluid down the hallway in his house and lit it

WWF trampoline wrestling - suplex, DDT, pile driver…I Jimmy Superfly Snuka'd his little brother all the way off the trampoline

Lawn darts

Blackcats in ant mounds

Cinder block and plywood bike ramps…severe "rack" if u don't hit it dead center

Smear the Q

Climb 20 feet up in a tree…no ladder

Pull a dead go kart with a rope behind a 3-wheeler (flat tires = smashed into a tree)

Knee boarding behind a 4-wheeler in a flooded pasture…Fire ants were a *****

Crushed coke cans wedged in the fork of your bike for a motorcycle sound

Spear grass wars waiting on ur baseball game to start…baseball pants don't stop them

Wax paper cups with "coca cola" on them and "suicide" snow cones at baseball games

First spin the bottle meet up between girl/boy slumber parties in a tent

Stolen bottle of peach Scnaaps for a JrHi camp out…puke

Next time was Jack Daniel's (12-13 year olds)

45 min French kissing sessions at back to school parties in the "party room"

Sniffing gasoline

Burns from metal seatbelt latches

Melted crayons in the crack of vinyl car seats

Not wanting to be the last one to get a pull from the shared Coke bottle in the long car ride

Sprinting barefoot on hot concrete/asphalt from car to town pool

JrHi dances…polo (green) cologne, George Strait, and girls teaching boys how to 2-step…forced by their moms cause the boys were sitting in the corner jackassing around

The sting of snack bar grill smoke on ur eyes after getting out of an overly chlorinated pool and the "ring vision"

Girls wanting to fool around just as much as the boys did

Cold ass football games with a shared blanket and hot chocolate

Grass stains on ur best school jeans

School shoes vs play shoes

King of the hill

The REAL football game behind the stands while the big kids played on the field

Born in the 70s…raised in the 80s…graduated HS in the 90s

A blessed generation

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Funky Winkerbean said:

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Sunscreen? We put Coppertone on to make sure we maximized the suns rays. We also had to bring nail polish remover to get the tar off our feet and legs. Then we'd pile into the back of a truck and head back home. Great times.

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Funky Winkerbean said:

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Sunscreen? We put Coppertone on to make sure we maximized the suns rays. We also had to bring nail polish remover to get the tar off our feet and legs. Then we'd pile into the back of a truck and head back home. Great times.

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I can still smell the Solarcane that we sprayed on our sunburnt selves in car

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Apache said:

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We sometimes didn't even wear shoes.

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I guess I was around 10-11 when I made a bet with a buddy of mine I could go a week without wearing shoes. Started after Church & went until Sunday School the following Sunday. Such a sweet victory, but man you shoulda seen my feet.

The Guadalupe river was about 1/2 mile from the back of our house growing up. Momma yelling to come home wasn't an option, so a red blanket on the back fence was the signal to "get the F home now". Otherwise we were back before dark.

It was nothing for us to be gone all day swimming in the river, building fires, constructing forts, running traps, etc. The guy who owned the property gave us permission to ride his wild a$$ shetland pony in an effort to break it so his daughters could ride it. By the end of that summer, the pony wasn't just broken, it was damn defeated.
Some of the fun had:

• Re-enacting that scene form "Man from Snowy River" on the creek bank.
• Hooking up a commandeered sheet of plywood & making a sled/surfboard for the Shetland to pull.
• Learning to joust with a long piece of Chinaberry as a lance.
• Putting a bandana over the pony's eyes while someone climbs on top. The blindfold was removed and the pony smacked on the hindquarters when the "bronc rider" yelled "Let'r Buck!".
• Shooting a little Bear longbow at targets while at full gallop just like the Commanch.

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MouthBQ98 said:

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I remeber getting my thighs nearly burned almost red by stainless steel slides in the summer sun combined with those short 80's shorts. That July sun could burn the crap out of you from top to bottom of the slide if it was in direct sun. Even if you lifted your legs up, you backside got slow roasted, so you made sure to go for maximum speed.

Bear creek park on the west side of Houston has this giant right angle triangle shaped stainless steel slide about 30 feet long and 12 feet tall, with the long end at the ground and tilted about 40 degrees. The next longest angle to the top had a short hand rail from ground level to the top so you could climb up along it as high as you liked and slide down from there anywhere along the way to the apex. The whole climb you would get the piss burned out of your hands and knees until you couldn't take it, then you'd slide down to the hot sand at the base.

It was great fun in the morning, but brutal in the afternoon until the sun went behind the pine trees some.

I also remember being able to walk and run on asphalt streets barefoot as a kid. I think our feet all went numb or something.

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jja79 said:

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Hatchets, axes, hammers and propane torches were the best toys.

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