Anybody remember the swat line, two rows of your classmates with a shoe in hand. You got to run down the center while holding your ankles. No pity from your friends
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With nothing more then a 2" mat below to brake your fall...
No instructions, just the teacher shouting "... use your legs!"...
Not making it to the ceiling of the gymnasium stigmatized you a looser, the whole class booed at you
Yeah, no one cared about "feelings" back then...
We called it "Running the Gauntlet" , but shoes were not used in our version, just fists and feet ....
... Runaway, N. Rockwell...
Old motorcycles are the last form of mechanical rebellion in a digital world trying to sanitize every ounce of personality.
... some stop at nothing
I can hear this picture.
Contaminated for the rest of the day...
... didn't even have that... and survived...
Well into her 80's, my mother, when she was driving would throw her right arm out and hit whomever was in the passenger seat when she hit the brakes. She was so conditioned to driving before seatbelts and having kids in the car -... didn't even have that... and survived...
... I reckon that brand...
You got a mat?With nothing more then a 2" mat below to brake your fall...
No instructions, just the teacher shouting "... use your legs!"...
Not making it to the ceiling of the gymnasium stigmatized you a looser, the whole class booed at you
Yeah, no one cared about "feelings" back then...
Andrew Shadow
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Car seat?... didn't even have that... and survived...
Because I was the youngest, and therefore the smallest, my Father built a wooden box that he threw a cushion on and I sat on that between my siblings so that I could see out. No seat belt either.
I saw Supertramp at the Kitchener Auditorium in 1979.
I could only afford cheap seats for my date and myself... $25 a pop.
I could only afford cheap seats for my date and myself... $25 a pop.
You had a wooden box? Luxury!
When I was young child we were so poor we sat the rear of the station wagon with the window down hoping we wouldn't get rear ended and thrown out.
"We were so poor that the entire family had to share one pair of shoes."
"You had feet?!"
"You had feet?!"
My father was a carrot grower and owned an airplane for many years. As a child I would fly with him when he would go to check on his crops which at times were quite a distance from home. We would land on several different crop dusting airstrips out near his fields. He taught me to fly during those trips and since I was only about 12, he had me sit on a large red rectangular pillow so I could see over the instrument panel. I was cleaning out some old stuff in the garage last year and opened a box and there it was, that big red pillow. Tears came to my eyes as all those memories came flooding back. I soloed an airplane when I was 15 years old as I needed the minimum hours of flight time to solo thanks to my dad.