Dizzle Frost
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no paddle at my shcool..we had "THE STRAP" lol a leather peice that is self explanitoryanybody remeber the paddle in school ?
i got a smack almost everyday
try that with todays kids , lol can you say law suit
60's 70's and 80's Kid's
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Urca
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my father went to catholic school and he got beat down by the nuns... shit his aunt was one of them. this was in the late 60's when he first started school until about his sophomore year of high school, when he transferred schools to play football. he saw a nun yank out a chunk of a kids hair, got the beat down with a yard stick
aROORa borealis
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Damn that's harsh.. They did the same things to left-handers too
malignant
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because leftys are worse than gingers....Damn that's harsh.. They did the same things to left-handers too
aROORa borealis
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Damn I should have known there was a problem when my scissors weren't working....
Rotweiller
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And did`nt it Hurt !!! We had a 4 foot Cane as well and they Both put tears into your eye`s no matter how tough you were.
sk'mo
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Listen to all you old farts... You sound like your Grandparents! 
"Mehhhh, I used to walk fiddy mile to school in hail... Was uphill both ways. And back then we didn't get boots! We just tied small mammals to our feet and hoped they didn't squirm to much."
Really though, the best was building ridiculously large jumps for our bikes or GTs, damn near killing ourselves on them, and then doing it all over.
"Mehhhh, I used to walk fiddy mile to school in hail... Was uphill both ways. And back then we didn't get boots! We just tied small mammals to our feet and hoped they didn't squirm to much."
Really though, the best was building ridiculously large jumps for our bikes or GTs, damn near killing ourselves on them, and then doing it all over.
dirtsurfr
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My Dad loved me so much he built me a mini bike with a 3 1/2 Horse power Briggs and Straton motor.
My Mom also loved me and bought me Convers Tennis shoes.
But they would just fall apart after the first washing.
That got my Mom going pretty good when she took them back to Sears and cryed about them suppost to be the best tennis shoe made. They told her no prob aand sent her home with a new replacment pair of tennis shoes. This went on for 3 returns to the store the store couldnt figure out how they were falling apart and why she was the only one with this problem.
They even asked her how she was washing them..
Any way back to that Mini Bike my dear Dad built for me.
I drove that stupid thing all over this small logging town we lived in Chester Ca. my Dad was a Millwright at the Saw Mill there.
So me and a friend than had another Mini Bike would go for rides on logging roads back roads All Day long..
I was out front of the house one night and my Mom stepped out and yelled at us that dinner was almost ready.
I was maybe 25' from the front of the house when I heard her..... You should have seen the look on her face when I hit the brakes to make the driveway.
The Ole smoke rolling off the bottom of my shoes was priceless, Yep my dear Father built a heck of a Mini Bike but forgot to install a breaking system..
Soonafter that Mom figured out why she was getting bad Converes tennis shoes. The heat created when I applied My Foot Brakes would melt the glue in the shoe and they fell apart!!!
Of course she did take them back to the store and got them replaced telling them that this was the last time. She wouldn't let me have them till Dad got the brakes on the Mimi Bike.
Man I wanna go back!!!!
My Mom also loved me and bought me Convers Tennis shoes.
But they would just fall apart after the first washing.
That got my Mom going pretty good when she took them back to Sears and cryed about them suppost to be the best tennis shoe made. They told her no prob aand sent her home with a new replacment pair of tennis shoes. This went on for 3 returns to the store the store couldnt figure out how they were falling apart and why she was the only one with this problem.
They even asked her how she was washing them..
Any way back to that Mini Bike my dear Dad built for me.
I drove that stupid thing all over this small logging town we lived in Chester Ca. my Dad was a Millwright at the Saw Mill there.
So me and a friend than had another Mini Bike would go for rides on logging roads back roads All Day long..
I was out front of the house one night and my Mom stepped out and yelled at us that dinner was almost ready.
I was maybe 25' from the front of the house when I heard her..... You should have seen the look on her face when I hit the brakes to make the driveway.
The Ole smoke rolling off the bottom of my shoes was priceless, Yep my dear Father built a heck of a Mini Bike but forgot to install a breaking system..Soonafter that Mom figured out why she was getting bad Converes tennis shoes. The heat created when I applied My Foot Brakes would melt the glue in the shoe and they fell apart!!!
Of course she did take them back to the store and got them replaced telling them that this was the last time. She wouldn't let me have them till Dad got the brakes on the Mimi Bike.
Man I wanna go back!!!!
Dizzle Frost
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yeah they made you feel like a POW lol...that shit hurt
WHat does the principal do these days? text you and tell you have a detention? lolListen to all you old farts... You sound like your Grandparents!
"Mehhhh, I used to walk fiddy mile to school in hail... Was uphill both ways. And back then we didn't get boots! We just tied small mammals to our feet and hoped they didn't squirm to much."
Really though, the best was building ridiculously large jumps for our bikes or GTs, damn near killing ourselves on them, and then doing it all over.
funny you say that tho ..the other day i caught myself sayin shit my dad would LOL
bobtokes
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we had the same big stick, it certainly did hurt but the worse thing was the waiting two get it, my teachers trold you a day in advance, so you had time to think about it
......
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more like kid shooting the teacher I know it would go beyond a lawsuit if a teacher were to strike a kid now.anybody remeber the paddle in school ?
i got a smack almost everyday
try that with todays kids , lol can you say law suit
I still remember the teacher getting his neck broke for taking the kids i pod.
RetiredToker76
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There weren't guns in the schools in the 60 - 80's because kids were taught how to use guns either at home while hunting with dad, 4H club for those in rural areas, and until I think the mid-80's the scouts taught gun safety and operation. After those fizzled out to 1) whiny gun-grabbers and 2) urban life vs rural life, then kids with guns started showing up. It was going on in the early 90's, it had nothing to do with availability, but to do with lack of taught responsibility.
Our society has gone completely off the edge concerning personal responsibility. The way I was raised was that a man was supposed to love, protect, feed, and provide for his family. These days it's love, if you have time, order food to be picked up on the way home from work while getting kids from day care, pay mortgage and an ass ton of socialist taxes and hope to that 9-1-1 to cops at door can outrun your robbers bullets.
If kids were taught to use, respect, and responsibility handle firearms as tools instead of weapons then there wouldn't be any at school. Well we did have a few kids who had gun racks and shotguns in their trucks for after school turkey shoots. Today doing so would cause a shit-storms of SWAT and media.
Urban centers killed life education (growing, hunting, cooking, sewing, etc), the dual income home killed parenting, and slowly but surely we're just handing our freedoms over because we no longer have time to manage them. Nearly all of these current failings are due to social programs forcing higher taxation, requiring higher incomes and/or longer work hours, creating a need for more social programs to handle the lack of 'life' (cooking, cleaning, parenting, etc) that results from feeding the existing programs.
It's worse than the 80's coke commercials. Once upon a time we were employed 1/2 as many man hours (wives didn't earn) and usually made it home before dark to help with the other tasks of the house and be parents. Dual income killed what was nice about the 50's - 80's, but it started dying in the mid-60's with womens liberation and the equal rights act.
Our society has gone completely off the edge concerning personal responsibility. The way I was raised was that a man was supposed to love, protect, feed, and provide for his family. These days it's love, if you have time, order food to be picked up on the way home from work while getting kids from day care, pay mortgage and an ass ton of socialist taxes and hope to that 9-1-1 to cops at door can outrun your robbers bullets.
If kids were taught to use, respect, and responsibility handle firearms as tools instead of weapons then there wouldn't be any at school. Well we did have a few kids who had gun racks and shotguns in their trucks for after school turkey shoots. Today doing so would cause a shit-storms of SWAT and media.
Urban centers killed life education (growing, hunting, cooking, sewing, etc), the dual income home killed parenting, and slowly but surely we're just handing our freedoms over because we no longer have time to manage them. Nearly all of these current failings are due to social programs forcing higher taxation, requiring higher incomes and/or longer work hours, creating a need for more social programs to handle the lack of 'life' (cooking, cleaning, parenting, etc) that results from feeding the existing programs.
It's worse than the 80's coke commercials. Once upon a time we were employed 1/2 as many man hours (wives didn't earn) and usually made it home before dark to help with the other tasks of the house and be parents. Dual income killed what was nice about the 50's - 80's, but it started dying in the mid-60's with womens liberation and the equal rights act.
bobtokes
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one of the best things we used to do is build bikes out of busted ones, one wheel bigger than the other huge chopper style bars, as long as you could ride it, it was bodged onListen to all you old farts... You sound like your Grandparents!
"Mehhhh, I used to walk fiddy mile to school in hail... Was uphill both ways. And back then we didn't get boots! We just tied small mammals to our feet and hoped they didn't squirm to much."
Really though, the best was building ridiculously large jumps for our bikes or GTs, damn near killing ourselves on them, and then doing it all over.
NevaSmokedOut
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i fit somewhere between '67 and '79 because of how i act and my lifestyle.
bobtokes
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i remember most of those eleven year myself
olylifter420
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DUDE, it was the shit, going out in my bike with my brother and not come back till freaking 10 pm everyday... We would take our 4 wheeler out the ranches and ride all day then make a fire and cook some hotdogs on some sticks! WE would grab our .22 caliber and go out rabbit hunting and fishing and gutting our catch to eat that same night. Man those were the days!! Kids now are wayyyyyy into technology and games and the web! So much so, that they have no clue what to do in the great outdoors..
Its funny when i see a dude on the side of the road with a flat tire and just staring at the tire hoping it will change itself! What a fucking douche! I remember i was sooo plastered once, i got a flat in my toyota car, im a big guy so i really couldnt get under the car, so i jacked it up on some old weightlifting plates and bam, changed that fucking tire fast! I was by myself mind you...
SO to conclude, i really did enjoy my childhood and thank my father for being rough and tough with me and my bro since we were small kids... We learned to do just about everything a man should know what to do, So to us dudes from those years, go out, smoke one, and go hunting, ima do that in awhile, gotta pass on the traits to our younger generations, if not, i think it is a wasted life...
Its funny when i see a dude on the side of the road with a flat tire and just staring at the tire hoping it will change itself! What a fucking douche! I remember i was sooo plastered once, i got a flat in my toyota car, im a big guy so i really couldnt get under the car, so i jacked it up on some old weightlifting plates and bam, changed that fucking tire fast! I was by myself mind you...
SO to conclude, i really did enjoy my childhood and thank my father for being rough and tough with me and my bro since we were small kids... We learned to do just about everything a man should know what to do, So to us dudes from those years, go out, smoke one, and go hunting, ima do that in awhile, gotta pass on the traits to our younger generations, if not, i think it is a wasted life...
bobtokes
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you've hit the nail on the head too much technology
Puffster
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after breakfast (if we had it) my mother would open back door and say dont come back til dinner. tree climbing,ball thowing,bike riding fun. helmut,what the fuck is that? we threw every thing we could get our hands on at cars.when is the last time you heard of a kid thowing something,'cept a tantrum? kids go outside and complain it's to sunny or theirs bugs, well i'll give-em something to cry about!!
bobtokes
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yeh tree climbing, there wasn't a tree in our neighbourhood that hadn't had half a dozen kids up it at some point, i can't remember the last time i saw a kid climbing a tree