Official ProVari 3 Thread - P3 *PART 2*
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I got my can kicked in kick the can.
Ringolevio was big in my 'hood. So yes, I most certainly do remember it.
Maybe it was an East coast thing. Plus there weren't very many kids in my neighborhood.
But you got to wear a flower in your hair.
I remember when video games were big 
The only game I could win at.
Willie just remember "THE YANKS ARE COMING, THE YANKS ARE COMING "
If I remember correctly ... early Pong was shaky on the screen like that
I honest to god, don't have a clue what you's guy's are reminiscing about. But then, I was a fat kid, who didn't play games. I was never picked for any team as I sucked at sports, which was just fine as to this day, I don't have a sports bone in my body.
You were rooting for the Bolts in June. That counts.
And I'll root for the Buc's this fall and the Ray's next spring, but that doesn't put sport bones on this guy. It just means I'm supporting the home teams!
Doesn't matter SR. It's the patriotic thing to do...rooting for the home team. And it does put a sports bone on you.
Or even better (worse) is The Gameday Setup.
East coast, and never heard of Ringolevio. Our favorite games involved bicycles. The trick was to figure out how far from home you could ride and still get back by the time the street lights went on. Turns out that we could ride pretty dang far
. Never got any questions as long as we were home on time.
Me and most of the boys in my neighborhood were poor, we spent a lot of time fishing in the local rivers and ponds, we caught a lot of trout, bass, and horned pout, also pickerel and perch. In the summertime when it rained at night, we would go out with flashlights and catch night crawlers, large worms that came out of the ground to mate when the dirt was saturated. We would keep them in the cellar in a big galvanized tub with moss in it, and use them for bait. Our parents didn't worry if we were gone for half a day or more, they knew we were watching out for each other, and we'd come home with a big creel full of fish, clean them, and that would be dinner either that day or the next. It was a very small town, and everybody was known to each other. I go back there now and the place feels alien.
Sometimes a few of us daredevils would climb to the very top of some large pine trees, and look out over the town, just hanging out way up in the treetops. The scary part was climbing down. We swam in the river when the water was high, jumping off of the 30 foot high granite cliffs into the current, the older boys taunting those that hesitated.
When me and my brothers would stay up the hill at our grandparents house, we had the orchards to play in, they were owned by the family across the way from pépère's house, but the old man didn't mind us kids being there as long as we behaved. There were wild concord grapevines that produced a ton of fruit every year and we would eat those and green apples till we got stomach aches. We would feed the dairy cows the tall grass that they just couldn't reach through the barbed wire, and apples, we'd give them apples. The farmer didn't like that, he said it makes them drunk
Pépère and I were quite close, we would walk in the woods for hours and just be there, seeing the wildlife, picking wintergreen berries, and talking...
In my teens I felt very displaced. Nothing made very much sense to me, the war, the hippies, the protests and riots on the TV. I had a paper route and did a lot of odd jobs for the elderly customers on my route. I would hang out with them afterwards and just talk. We were in the same boat at different ends of the age spectrum, we were without a place to be or a purpose it seemed to me...
My childhood was very special looking back, I wish more folks could have experienced the same type of things that I have been fortunate to have enjoyed. Now I'm feeling a little weird writing all of this down here...
Sometimes a few of us daredevils would climb to the very top of some large pine trees, and look out over the town, just hanging out way up in the treetops. The scary part was climbing down. We swam in the river when the water was high, jumping off of the 30 foot high granite cliffs into the current, the older boys taunting those that hesitated.
When me and my brothers would stay up the hill at our grandparents house, we had the orchards to play in, they were owned by the family across the way from pépère's house, but the old man didn't mind us kids being there as long as we behaved. There were wild concord grapevines that produced a ton of fruit every year and we would eat those and green apples till we got stomach aches. We would feed the dairy cows the tall grass that they just couldn't reach through the barbed wire, and apples, we'd give them apples. The farmer didn't like that, he said it makes them drunk
Pépère and I were quite close, we would walk in the woods for hours and just be there, seeing the wildlife, picking wintergreen berries, and talking...
In my teens I felt very displaced. Nothing made very much sense to me, the war, the hippies, the protests and riots on the TV. I had a paper route and did a lot of odd jobs for the elderly customers on my route. I would hang out with them afterwards and just talk. We were in the same boat at different ends of the age spectrum, we were without a place to be or a purpose it seemed to me...
My childhood was very special looking back, I wish more folks could have experienced the same type of things that I have been fortunate to have enjoyed. Now I'm feeling a little weird writing all of this down here...
That's jumping the dolphin.
Fishing, sledding, forts, set up jumps for our bikes, kill the kid with the ball, snowballs at cars, blow up model cars & motorcycles with firecrackers, stealing smokes and beers from our folks, bang the steel trashcan we aimed at the vice principle's house with sticks to get chased by the cops, TWTD
ropeswings, always ropeswings - "There are many ways to enter a swimming pool and the ladder isn't one"
ropeswings, always ropeswings - "There are many ways to enter a swimming pool and the ladder isn't one"
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