45 Things People Used To Do As Kids Back In The Day That Are Considered Totally Horrifying Now
Climbing trees as if you were Tarzan himself, riding your bike without even considering wearing a helmet, or turning an abandoned building into a playground—these are just a few examples of things kids do—or used to do back in the day, at least—that would make the hairs on parents’ necks stand up. (Though, these were arguably also some of the best childhood memories to some.)
Members of the ‘Ask Old People’ community recently shared what it is that they used to do that would make parents sick with worry nowadays. Redditor Ron, going by the moniker ‘ChillwithRon’ on the platform, started a thread about it and fellow netizens had plenty of stories to share. If you’re curious to see what adventures they would embark on as children, scroll down to find their answers on the list below.
Below you will also find Bored Panda’s interviews with the OP himself, as well as with the Professor and Department Head at the Department of Human Development & Family Studies at Colorado State University, Dr. Julie Braungart-Rieker, who was kind enough to answer a few of our questions about the importance of childhood adventures.
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Unsupervised play deep in the woods. It was glorious.
We had a creek that ran parallel to the state highway. Across the highway, around a football field sized crop field (that my grandfather once farmed), then a dirt road a few blocks to the swimming hole. Along the dirt road was a section of woods we'd play in. From the state highway to the creek was a good 400 feet. Now there's about 30 feet between highway and creek. All that land washed away. But I doubt the kids living there now are allowed to play in the "crick" anyway.
Load More Replies...I spent almost every day after school doing just that. By myself a lot of the time. It probably wasn't safe, but I'm still alive. ;)
Damn i even had some quick and wild bbq adventures with my friends at 12 years old. Some sausages and a fire in the middle of the forest...
I loved my solitary hikes in the woods outside Santa Fe. I was younger than 10.
Anyone remember the scalding hot metal playgrounds in the summer, as kids?
When I came home from playing my mom would ask me, "how are you?" Medium Rare was my go to answer.
Load More Replies...Ah yes, the metal slides that you would either stick to or scald your legs on, on hot days, especially if you wore skirts or shorts.
A lot of the metal slides when I was a kid would have joins and if it slightly came apart and bent up it was sharp and scratched up our legs.
Load More Replies...Ph look at that lovely soft matting, where I grew up its was rough concreate, broken glass and f*g ends.
Not that for me but I do remember there was a ton of pea sized gravel.
Load More Replies...Never saw a spinner with chairs on it before. Ours was the kind you stood up on? First you’d grasp a handrail and you’d run in a circle, and then jump onto it and try to get dizzy
When I see pics like these so many memories come back, like laughting with kids you just met, the simingly endless fun, the sight of your parents and running to them to take a sip of water, the sadness of realizing the day is ending and mmmmmm (chef kiss) the smell of tetanus of the whole rusty playground, we were lucky to end up in one piece.
Played with my friends on construction sites after the workers were gone.
From about age 8-10, they built a bunch of new homes in my neighborhood. We had so much fun playing in peoples houses when they were just wooden frames!
My brother and I did as kids. He fell into the basement and had to have his spleen removed. We did not go back.
We used to play in the bombed out houses at the end of our street (this was in the 80s and they had just been left since the war). We also played on MOD property that my mum later told me was an ammunition dump from after the war. We had no idea, just thought it was a lovely big mound hidden away in the woods that we had to jump over a stream to get to!
My dad did this too, but in the 1940s just after the WWII ended.
Load More Replies...We use to look for broken pieces of drywall. We used it to draw hopscotch squares.
They were doing excavating work by our house in the early 70's, left the bulldozer sitting with the key in it. Scared the c**p out of me when I turned the key and it started to fire up.
For us it was condemned houses. Nearly new homes condemned & abandoned because they were built on unstable ground.
my absolute favorite playground: abandoned houses and construction sites
In an interview with Bored Panda, the user who started the thread, Ron, shared that he often finds himself reminiscing about his childhood in the ‘70s and noticing how drastically things have changed. “The carefree and adventurous spirit of those days seems so distant now, and I was curious to see if others shared similar memories,” he said, explaining the reason behind the question posed to the online community.
“I wanted to spark a conversation about the stark contrast between the freedom we had as kids and the more cautious approach to parenting today.”
Riding in the bed of a pickup truck.
Sit? We used to stand up in the back and play Superman as my friend's dad drove us on the highway!
Load More Replies...I feel like this image was a search for “bed pickup truck” with a very literal result.
The back of the station wagon was understood to be a huge playpen, except not just for toddlers. Fairly big kids, too. Then Dad got a hatchback. Ooo, fun to crawl back there while the car was in motion. Or to climb back and forth between the back seat and the front seat. Over the bench seat.
I preferred lying on the "dash" under the back window watching the clouds go by.
Load More Replies...When we would go on vacations as a kid, my parents would put the camper top on and lay down sleeping bags with all our toys, then pack the suitcases all around us. The drive was as much fun as the destination! Impossible nowadays. And thank god we never got in a wreck.
Super fun! But I remember at least one kid in my area getting killed doing it. :( So it's probably a good thing its discouraged now.
Legal in Texas for anyone over the age of 18 to ride in the bed of a pickup. Did it a lot over the last year, kids in the crew cab with me and my service dog, their parents in the bed of my truck. Luckily for them, I also have a camper shell so they were somewhat protected from the elements. It was still hot as hell and cold af, but rain wasn't a problem
First time I got to go on a vacation, my brother & I went with the neighbors & their 3 kids to the Outer Banks. They had a truck with a camper shell. Parents in front seat of truck, 2 teen boys in back seat, 3 tween girls in the camper for 1000 miles. Most of it spent on our stomachs, lying in the over-cab bed, watching out the windows.
Load More Replies...The truck would hit a pothole and you'd feel like you were flying out.
Going to the public pool all day with a couple of my friends, minus any adults. We’d either ride our bikes or one of the moms would drop us off there at opening time and then pick us up late that afternoon at a pre-arranged time. We all somehow survived it.
Reading these kind of post really show how divided the world is. I'm lucky to consider this a perfectly safe way to spend a day as a kid, but it's alarming how rare that is becoming.
We definitely had sunblock; that & tshirts (even in the water) is all that kept us from being turned into lobsters…some of the time, at least. Sunblock didn’t work as well back then, & I can remember being so burned & crispy, I’d be stuck inside, slathering on aloe gel & watching tv, in so much pain. Love all the sun protection options we have now.
Load More Replies...Still common where I live in Tennessee! Well, for teens at least.
My niece & her friends in the town I live in did this every summer until they started to work. I guess we're lucky to live in one of the safest places in the state.
I see kids walking school here (USA), even in the winter. And our winters can be nasty.
I used to walk to our local pool (in Ottawa, Canada) with my friends when I was 6. We all had passes for the summer and spent a lot of time there.
The freedom kids have, or used to have, allows them to explore the unknown, which, according to Dr. Julie Braungart-Rieker, is an important part of kids’ development.
“There is an interesting balance between fear and excitement when it comes to facing something new or challenging. When children encounter something novel that they haven’t seen or done before—stumble upon a squiggly salamander in the mud, for example—they can feel a little unsure about this creature and they can be curious about it: ‘What is it? Can I catch it and hold it? Will it hurt me?’ So they might be drawn to something like this because it’s exciting,” she explained.
“Being curious about new situations like this one is very instinctual and promotes learning in children. Learning by interacting with the environment directly is a great way for kids to figure things out. In this example, they might learn that this salamander is squirmy, slimy, colorful, muddy, doesn’t bite, and is really fast despite its small size when it runs away. If a child was told the characteristics of a salamander by someone else, like a parent or a teacher, or saw it in a video, they just wouldn’t experience the same excitement because children aren’t interacting directly with the novel creature.”
Walked to the store by myself at 9 years old to get some items for my mom.
My friends and I made an Evil Knievel kind of ramp over a creek that ran in the back of our houses. We then tried jumping it on our bikes. No helmets of course. I was maybe 11 or 12.
I am pretty glad to live in an area where walking to the store at 9 (and to school, to friends houses etc) is perfectly normal and safe
Me too. They all were also relatively close. School was about 1km. away, store maybe 300 meters.
Load More Replies...This is normal and we did it back then when we were 5+. First we live in a country where you can reach everything by food or bike and it was really safe. In Japan the children start with 3 years to get some little tasks done. There is even a cute show on Netflix.
I remember walking to the store for my aunt to get her a carton of cigarettes when I was around 7 years old. My aunt was in a wheelchair and I wasn't strong enough to push her there. So she'd call the store to arrange it.
Yep! I used to go get cigarettes for my mom! Shoot I remember her sending me with a hand full of quarters to go to the cigarette vending machines! 🤣🤣
Load More Replies...walked to the store by myself with a note from my parent to buy a pack of cigarettes before i was a teenager. the only time an adult walked me to my school busstop was during the riots after MLK Jr was asassinated.
Being left home alone & entertaining myself.
Not just yours...I'm a boomer. We did all these things too, we just did them first :)
Load More Replies...Check. But not as the toddler pictured. Started about 7th grad. 3 mile walk home from school, Mom still at work so let myself in, make some food, go play.
Me and my siblings were left alone from dawn to dusk almost every day one summer , we were aged 6, 7 and 9.
Yes, and because of that we were able to develop imaginations unlike the current generation
Ppl are sometimes horrified that I sometimes leave my 7yo at home alone for up to about an hour. Sometimes with her 5yo sister as well. But she can make some food for her self, she can entertain herself though I often just leave the tv on. Also, I make sure to have at least one door unlocked, so if she needs to get out of the house fast, she can do so. I was left alone for hours on a daily basis when I was 7yo. Sure my kid can do the same occasionally.
I grew up in a small town in Indiana. My sisters were 7 and 10 years older than me, and mom's rule was they couldn't leave me alone at home, so I tagged along with them and their boyfriends all the time. Indiana is littered with abandoned quarries, and they're the best swimming holes you can find. 10 to 100 acres big, 200 to 500 feet deep, or more. They'd fill with rainwater over the years, and with no current, they would just warm in the summer sun to about 85 degrees or more. However. Below 15' or so, the water was about 58 degrees year-round. While the boyfriends were 17-21 or so, I was 10/11. And when the boys climbed up the walls and jumped into the water, I would follow. You kept your shoes on, and dropped feet-first into the warm water, but you would zip down to 30' or more instantly. The cold shock would zip up your body and take your breath away, then it's time to struggle back to the surface. Sometimes, you'd run out of air about 2 or 3 feet down, and it's the most terrible feeling to expend your last bit of energy to cover that distance to sweet, sweet air. I went back to visit many years later and found that we were routinely jumping from 60 and 70 feet to the water. That was 50 years ago, and I can see it and smell it like it was yesterday. Plunging past the thermocline into freezing water in the summer is something that never leaves you. And I'm pretty sure it was never Mom Approved^(TM).
A group of kids at my high school were hanging out under an overhanging rock at an old quarry one night a few days before Christmas, 1998 or 99. They had a campfire going and it melted the ice or warmed the ground enough that the 2 ton boulder broke loose and crushed a girl to death. As long as there's access people will sneak in and find ways to get hurt, or worse.
Load More Replies...Depends what they were mining and how much rain you get.
Load More Replies...No quarries in Arizona so we used the canals in the summertime and our parents always knew about it. That's me in the middle and my trusty green Stingray bike in the background. 1000000418...1ef998.jpg
Lol the kid next to you is absolutely bellyflopping.
Load More Replies...Abandoned quarries and strip mines were so common where I used to live. We used to jump off the cliffs that led to the pits like idiots. Swimming in those pits were the best days of summer.
I grew up by the San Juan River in New Mexico. We would spend all day out by the river, making forts and bike jumps and swimming; any of us could have drowned and they would never have found us, but I loved it. I always say it was where we went to smoke a stolen cigarette, drink a stolen beer, steal a kiss from a girl. Growing up there by that river shaped the whole course of my future career.
I used to love swimming in a closed-off quarry. Best swimming ever, amazing times. I think the average death toll for that particular quarry is 3 people per year though so you know, sometimes these great things we used to do all the time destroyed the lives of many, many people and aren't really something to be smug about.
The redditor said he was pleasantly surprised by the variety and depth of the responses. “It was incredible to see how many people had similar experiences and memories.”
But what surprised him the most was the universal nature of some of the activities, like playing outside unsupervised for hours, riding bikes without helmets, or engaging in risky games. “It highlighted how much childhood norms have shifted over the decades,” he said, adding that he was struck by some of the more extreme examples of freedom and risk-taking that people shared, which would be unthinkable today.
Delivering newspapers and collecting the money. 11-15 year olds waking up at 430-5am daily. Sitting on a corner (by themselves sometimes) and riding a bike around the neighborhood trying to throw news papers onto peoples porches. Then every two weeks, going to every house to collect the money. Sometimes carrying around 50-100 dollars around in a pouch. To top it off, it was considered ok to be welcomed into the houses during winter when collecting the money. We definitely had encounters with what we considered ‘weird’ people. Now they’d be considered creepy af.
I did that - but we were paid by the newsagent. Maybe it's the weather but we had to get off the bikes and put the papers in the letter box. Sunday was harder work - bigger papers and supplements.
I got two paper runs. In my time, the papers were all set-up properly in advance. I'm saying this because my youngest son had one and he had to put everything together, which took a lot of time. The first one, I took over my brother's job at 11 and stopped at 19 when I moved out; I had the whole neighborhood at 65 pieces; my friend who did the English ones had 5 (including us. LOL). When the time was to pay, we had like a raffle ticket to give the customers. I did the run by foot but in the winter, I had a sleigh. Shortly after starting that one, manager asked if I was interested in taking over the hospital. I had to walk 45 minutes before getting there (I lived in the country). I only had ~25 but it took me 2-3 hours. The nurses showed me how to use the intercom and people would just press the button, I'd go, turn off the light, and sell my newspaper. I would sometimes read the paper (they just bought) to people, give them outside news, weather, etc. People are lonely in there.
As a 50 year old man, I now realize the "old" lady (probably in her 40s actually) who would always pay for the monthly newspaper fee whilst wearing a bathrobe with nothing under it so my 11 year old self would get a peek was kind of a creep.
I did it at ten when the Sunday papers weighed more than I did. Collecting was my downfall. Amazing how many people "weren't" home. Fond memories of hiding in the bushes and smoking with the slightly older boys waiting for our papers to be dropped off.
Babysitting younger kids at the age of 10. I guess I was responsible enough with my siblings that even neighbors would ask to hire me. Plus I'm male. Unheard of, especially nowadays.
Different times, I'm 70 now but in the mid 60's when I was about 10, summer holidays I would be, out with mates at the park playing football from early morning till it started getting dark. I'd take something to eat and drink. I had a key to my house and if mum and dad worked late if needed I was perfectly capable of cooking myself something basic. Maybe having family in the restaurant trade meant I was happy fending for myself in the kitchen. It was different, and in my mind better, times.
Yes. I was a latch key kid too. And also capable of cooking basic foods at 10. Our family didn't own a restaurant but my mom always taught me various things as she was cooking.
Load More Replies...I grew up in the 80s and 90s and it was very normal for young kids to look after younger kids. I remember babysitting 4-5 kids by myself on a regular basis when I was about 6-7. By the time I was about 12 I would regularly babysit up to a dozen kids while their parents were partying a few strets away. My parents grew up at a time when large families were the norm and older children basically raised their siblings so it was seen as normal/good for kids to do this (it was thought to teach them to be responsible and care for others)
In Morocco and a lot of other countries, it is still normal that kids from the age of 8 look after younger kids. The kids have a greater sense of responsability. Kids playing outside and the older ones are looking after the younger kids. I think it's great to develop a sense of responsability and it learns how to care for eachother. It creates a bond between family, neighbours and kids of the neighbourhood.
Load More Replies...Yes! I started babysitting when I was 11 for 18 month old twins. What were all the adults thinking??
babysitting my younger siblings at the age of 10 was a necessity when your mother is a single parent & couldn't afford to pay an older babysitter--who she found out was less responsible than she should've been
I rarely did babysitting. One time a couple left their infant with me while they went to dinner. The baby was in the crib. I stood looking at the baby nonstop until the parents returned.
If you could read a book and change a babies nappy, you could babysit. one shilling for the night
Yeah, when I was about 10, my mother occasionally would leave me in charge of my younger sisters, and went for a visit to the neighbours for a cup of coffee and a chat.
My sister and I *regularly* crawled through the storm drain tunnel in our town (we had to hunch over a bit, but it was pretty big). At the halfway point there was a road with a bus stop overhead and a drainage hole. We’d stand under it and use vulgar language at people waiting for the bus. Then we’d continue to the end of the tunnel where we’d sit and smoke a cigarettes. 🤦🏻♀️ (thank god neither of us got addicted, bit by a rat, or arrested).
and lucky with no rain and no flooding of the tunnel..
Load More Replies...CHECK. Except we didn't smoke or cuss at people. But the 3 foot (??) drain pipe ran all the way under our apartment complex from the railroad tracks to the other side of the road across from the apartments. There was one parking lot drain grate along the way. That was an obstacle if someone was washing their car. Otherwise it was dark but it was a straight pipe of maybe 100 meters or more so you could faintly see the light at the other end to orient on.
Discussing the activities of today’s children, Dr. Braungart-Rieker also suggested that it does seem that children get less opportunity to explore on their own currently than in the past.
“To my knowledge, we don’t have any solid data or research to show this is the case, but it’s easier to keep track of children now with technology than it was in the past, as now we have cameras, apps on phones, and similar means,” she said. “News about terrible things happening to children is also more readily available now which can fuel parents’ fear and anxiety that something bad will happen to their children.”
When I was in HS, I was really into high heels but had a long walk home. Random guys would stop and ask if I wanted a ride home. I’d jump right in with a smile. Nothing ever happened, but I would NeVER do that now or let my kids!!
As a young teenage girl, I used to hitch-hike everywhere, a lot of the time alone, unthinkable now.
It wasn't safe then either. We just know more about the serial killers and SAers now.
Load More Replies...A string of serial killers who preyed on hitchhikers pretty much put a stop to the practise, apparently.
Damn OP. You were living on the edge. I don't think there has ever been a point in history when jumping in a stranger's car has been a safe idea.
in the 90's i use to hitch-hike all the time. There is no way i could be ok now for 14 years old doing that.
If you go by violent crime stats, it was significantly more dangerous in the 90's than it is now.
Load More Replies...My mom hitchhiked across the USA with her cat in the 70's. I'm good with my zero attempts.
Why would you wear high heels to school? Am I the only one who thinks that's nuts? I'm pretty sure my school didn't even allow high heels and even if they did most girls wouldn't want to wear them. Most of the girls I grew up with chose comfort and practicality over aesthetics when it came to school, most wore flat ballet pumps or trainers. I live in the UK where our cities are very walkable, so walking to and from school is very normal, hitchhiking has never really been a thing here. (Unless it happens in rural areas but I've never heard of it)
I was the one putting on high heels. But even when my feet were hurting or bleeding, I would never even consider to hitchhike.
Load More Replies...Grew up in a hollow We spent one early spring cutting down trees with axes and buck saws and dragged them down to the creek We spent late Spring building a dam in the creek at the base of a small waterfall to make a swimming hole We spent the Summer at our swimming hole. Built a club house, made a rope swing and a fire pit. Would camp out there. Swim all night. Cook hot dogs on the fire We were around 11 years old.
Did you see any clowns with red balloons and big teeth hanging around?
Our rope swing was over a large creek. We had a nearby pond to swim in so no need to make a dam. I remember making a fire in the woods once - thinking we had it entirely out - came back another time a couple weeks later and saw the hollow tree had caught fire and burned about 5 feet up before burning itself out. We counted ourselves lucky we didn't start a forest fire.
I remember my friends and I going to one of the creeks in my hometown when we were kids and swinging off a vine into the water a la Tarzan. Would NOT go swimming in that water now. It's so filthy now I wouldn't even put my toe in it. But those were good times. Especially during the hot, humid Michigan summers.
Rode horses out on the undeveloped land and crawled through rock formation tunnels.
Sounds like the beginning of a Ray Bradbury novel... or Stephen King.
I used to run around corn fields as a kid playing chicken with combines. 95% sure they couldn’t even see me.
I should be dead, honestly.
This is the issue. 9 year old in the field...11 year old in the combine.
Load More Replies...Even as a free range kid in the 80's I knew better than to get near farming machinery!
Even though nowadays making sure that children are safe is arguably easier than it was back in the day, the expert recommended trying to find a balance between that and allowing children to explore on their own (in an environment that is likely to be very safe).
“Getting dirty, falling down, picking up gross things in the mud might be messy but they can be fun to children and it allows them to learn about the world and themselves. If nature and other areas of novelty are not readily accessible to families, they might think about bringing something home that is unusual and even messy to allow their children to explore it and learn more about it.
“Even something as simple as baking something new gives kids an opportunity to get into the ingredients, feel them, measure or weigh them, and mix things which can get messy, stick whatever they made in the oven and see what happens to this mixture after baking,” she added. “That can be exciting to kids because they interact with the ingredients and create something new from them. Parents can be there to assist and watch their kids have fun with this situation.”
We lived on a lake with channels that went on for miles through woods. I used to get on my bike and spend the day catching frogs, crawdads, turtles and snakes. Sometimes I would build a small fire and eat the crawdads and frogs. One time I found a poor snake who had a fishing hook and line caught in its mouth. I took it home and was using my dads pliers to get the hook out. He came up and snatched that snake up so fast and tossed him into the woods. I was like, "Im trying to save him!" He said "Thants a gaddam cotton mouth! You could of died!" Lol I was grounded for 2 weeks and had to read a book on snakes. Heh.
Tbh? Yeays for empathy and trying to help/save the snake!... Although completely understand their dads reaction!
I've never heard that they smell like cucumbers. But to me the only good snake is a dead snake anyway.
Noooo, they are essential for the ecosystem. The only good snake is one FAR FAR AWAY. If you make your presence known, & don’t have it cornered, snakes will just bolt for cover. They don’t want anything to do with us.
Load More Replies...I lived on Guam about ten years after WWII and in certain areas ammunition had been unceremoniously dumped, other places where it had been left by the soldiers in the heat of battle. Anyway we used to go looking for the ammunition, and then, here comes the fun part, when we found it, we disarmed it, cleared it up and added them to my collection. I knew how to completely unload Japanese and American frag grenades, knee mortars, and shells below 40mm. Every few weeks or months you would hear about kids trying to disarm bombs killing themselves. Never touched one. I was eleven.
This is the most dangerous of all. Forget hitchhiking, construction sites and homemade rockets, disarming live ammunition is a no-no.
This guy just won, everyone else give up you ain't got nothing on this.
Okay, I can't claim this one. Holy moly. But at age 11 I did help an old timer blow up a bunch of tree stumps with dynamite and that was a lot of fun. For one really big stump he had me put in 64 sticks. That was a heck of a boom. Piece of tree stump about the size of a large Harley motorcycle about 200 feet up in the air and falling towards the flatbed truck we were hiding under. Missed us - but "wheeee!" LOL
64 sticks?? Was we trying to yeet the stump into orbit?
Load More Replies...We used to play on the unexploded bombs left from wwii in southwest alaska. Bang on the big metal casings with sticks. I guess we fogured of ot hadnt blown up in 50 yrs it wasnt going to.
Sounds like you got lucky. For most of them that was probably true. But every so often you read a news story about somebody dying because and old WW2 munition exploded.
Load More Replies...My ex grew up in Wiltshire where there were lots of military bases. He proudly told me how he got brought home by the military police after they found him and his mate chucking bullets into a fire.
Had an elderly neighbor who had a hook for an arm due to picking up what he thought was a previously detonated bomb.
Sadly, this is a reality in many countries with wars in their recent past. I had a cousin who was seriously hurt when he tried the remove the case from the bullet of an old rifle round. And he was 27. An *adult* disarming ammunition is a bad idea unless you know exactly what you are doing. This is mental!
Sat in my dad's lap while he drove. From ages 2-6 would regularly sit on the arm rest between the seats in the front seat of the car (so I could see where we were going, obviously). Would push the lighter in (to heat it) in the car so mom could smoke while we drove around (pretty sure all the windows were up, too).
I got carsick if I couldn't see where I was going, so I used to sit in the middle back seat with a lap-belt - the kind that cuts you in two in a big crash - fortunately we never crashed!
I was so proud the first time I made it to my uncles house (2 hour drive) without getting sick in the car. I climbed out of the car and threw up all over his driveway.
Load More Replies...You can tell a dad from the '60's. When he has to slam on the brakes, his arm automatically slams across the passenger seat. No seatbelts before 1968.
My Mum still does this with me. I'm 60, she's 86, and that bony arm slamming me in the chest still hurts!
Load More Replies...Cigars. My Dad's thing was a nice cigar now and then. We had to beg him to crack a window! It's so rare to smell cigars these days that the slightest whiff takes me right back to that car.
Thankfully no - not everything was better in the past.
Load More Replies...Young people do this way too much in the drive-thru - have their kids in their laps or bouncing around in the car without seatbelts 🤦♀️
my dad used to smoke in the car and called me selfish if I opened a window. he used to say I got car sick. never got car sick when my mum was driving. she still smoked in the car, but with the window down, and it sticking out of the window, blowing towards the window etc.
i was raised by my grandparents until I was 11. My seat in the car was exactly that; on the armrest in the front, one arm from each of them whenever Grampa hit the brakes to be my "seatbelt". Grampa smoked non-filtered Camels like a chimney, even with the windows up. I'm starting to realize where all my health issues are from....but I wouldn't have traded that childhood for anything.
The OP seconded the idea that part of the reason for change between childhood then vs childhood now is parents’ sense of safety and the use of technology.
“The biggest change, in my opinion, is the level of parental supervision and the general sense of safety and freedom. When I was a child, it was normal for kids to roam the neighborhood, explore, and find their own fun without constant adult oversight. Today, there’s a much stronger focus on safety and structured activities,” Ron said.
“Technology has also significantly changed childhood, with kids spending more time indoors on screens rather than playing outside. Additionally, societal attitudes toward parenting and child safety have become much more cautious, influenced by a heightened awareness of potential dangers.”
My sister and I rode for hours home from vacation one time. We were sitting on lawn chairs in the back of our Dad’s truck….
People here got random downvotes, which I don't like. Take my upvote
One of my cousins came over to help out when we moved in 1976. On one trip, we loaded our piano in the back of my Dad's pick-up, and while my Dad drove, the rest of us sat in the bed and my cousin played piano all the way from the old house to the new one ( about five miles ).
I used to babysit, at the age of 13-17, for families I didn't know before that night. Yes, they were recommended by other parents, but quite often the first time I met the parents would be when they came to my house to pick me up. The dad - a 30something man previously unknown to me - would then drive me to their house, where I would meet the kids, and the parents would go out on their date or whatever. Then, at 11 or 12 at night, they would come home. The dad, quite likely already drunk, would then pay me and drive me home along narrow country roads.
Yes - I also did this. Also had some pretty awful experiences with the dads. Plus I was an absolutely terrible babysitter.
As a young teen I practically raised the baby who lived across the street from us. I suppose it was OK since my parents were nearby, but when I first started I had never even changed a diaper before. As an adult I'd never leave a 12 year old alone with an infant unless it was an emergency! Those people sure put a lot of trust in me. Which was somewhat misplaced because I'd often wake the baby up to play with him if he was sleeping when I got there. ;)
I still have nightmares about the time my mom put a note on the grocery store bulletin board offering me up for babysitting services... which I did not ask for. And I got a really creepy call from this one guy... yeah, thanks mom but no thanks
Age 11 for me. Except no driving because it various parents around my housing tract. Got paid $1 / hour but sometimes got extra because I would do extra things like wash the dishes. Also because they sometimes didn't come home until 2 or 3 AM. The late hours were actually easy because by then the kids were asleep and I could nap on the sofa.
This is still common where I live. People know where you are, they have the address, people here don't do stuff when it can be tracked back to them that easily.
We used to go up in the hayloft of a neighbors barn and grab a rope and swing across the whole barn and fly thru the air into the hay pile on the other side. : 0.
Oh, this has unlocked a childhood memory for me! I forgot we used to do that!!
Only got to do this once when visiting distant relatives and it was glorious! All these posts bring back memories of leaving the house on a summer morning and going all over the town, sometimes with friends, often alone, adventuring, and then going home in the evening. Totally normal and (luckily) only ever had one weird interaction with an older boy on a bike, but other than that, it never even entered our minds that we weren't completely safe! We'd walk on railroad tracks over bridges, run around in the woods, play unsupervised at each other's houses, walk barefoot in drainage ditches - all with a wonderful feeling of safety and surety. It's too bad that has been lost.
Load More Replies...I'm so depressing but has anyone ever read the Stephen King short story - The Last Rung On The Ladder? It's in the book "Night Shift". This reminded me of that
CHECK. We also made an awesome hay fort in the mound that if we got stuck, probably nobody would find us. We made it look like a normal stack except for a small entrance hole. But we were not total idiots so we did have one area of the ceiling that was close enough to the top that if we pushed hard we could break the ceiling to get out.
We invaded a poor farmer couple to pet the kittens every day. Sometimes we jumped from the hayloft. I wonder what they thought about two 7 year olds sitting in their kitchen every day for 3 years. I was devastated when I saw their children had the house and barn destroyed to build a ugly new house 15 years later.
This reminds me of a story relating to my mom. My mom fell out of hayloft when she was 11 or 12. She went blind for a day, then seemingly recovered. Cut to when she was 59 and she had a near-fatal stroke due to the rupturing of the clotted mass that had formed when she fell out of that hayloft many years earlier. She lived but had to relearn everything, surviving another 10 years.
I have a big red barn, with a hayloft and a rope. We still do that…I’m 58
Oh yeah! My brother and I loved playing in the hay loft like that. Spent 3 years living on a farm from age 7 to 10. We had bats in the attic too!
“Parents naturally want to protect their children, which is a good instinct. But there’s a balance between allowing your child to explore new situations while keeping them safe,” Prof. Braungart-Rieker emphasized. “Obviously, if a small child were to approach something dangerous like the edge of a raging river, the parent would want to make sure that any exploration would be done in a safe way: ‘Don’t get in that river because the rapids are too fast right now but what else could we explore? Maybe there’s a salamander under a rock near the river?’”
I rode in railroad boxcars. From my northern New Jersey town's railyard up into New York and back again. Running and jumping in was crazy stupid.
I knew kids who used to do that. Some of them never came home.
Never did this one. Played on tracks and used to put pennies / glass on tracks for trains to squish (pennies flatten, glass burst into dust and sparkles in the sun). One of my ex-wife's daughters got her leg crushed walking between train cars. A short cut she had been told not to use. Several surgeries. She can walk but her leg is seriously scarred up.
The little town I grew up near had a few train lines that run through town. I heard from a friend that a train was slowed/stopped so this high school boy had the bright idea that he'd jump on at one intersection, ride the rails and have his friends pick him up at another major intersection. Of course, as soon as he jumps on the train starts to [pick up speed. He was able to jump off but had a long long walk back towards town. This was before cell phones
My Dad did that when he was about 12. Jumped a train car in Buckley, WA and ended up somewhere in Montana. Grandma was not amused.
My oldest son was a hobo (works when he needs money, and lives on the streets). It was a choice. He had his huge dog Basil and he taught that dog to hop on trains to get rides from across Canada. When my FIL learned about this, he taught him to be safe (like he did during the wars).
I remember trips to the amusement part - Cedar Point in Ohio - that was about an hour drive. The three of us boys would all clamber into the back of the station wagon and rough house away during the drive. Pushing shoving, rolling around in cargo area while dad smoked and mom yelled at us to simmer down . No seat belts, second had smoke wafting back, windows open. Ah the joys of being a young child in the 60's! And here I am, as are my brothers, alive and well in our 60's!
Why aren't they making station wagons anymore? I love Station Wagons!
My grandparents lived in Ohio (on Lake Erie) and we'd visit them every summer. The highlight of our trip was always Cedar Point.
at least you were allowed the windows open when they were smoking. my dad called me selfish if I opened a window, and stupid if I then used my clothing to cover my nose and mouth because I felt ill from the stink.
We lived in Brooklyn, so we'd go to Coney Island pretty often. Riding in the 1966 Rambler Classic station wagon.
As a kid growing up in England, every summer holiday consisted of loading up the family estate car for the trip. Luggage on the roof rack, back seat folded down, 4 kids in sleeping bags, 1 labrador and a cat, setting off at fart o'clock for Scotland, Wales or Cornwall. Many a good memory was made.
Well actually they do.... Look at the smaller so called SUV's. They are nothing but a 4 door car with a tailgate, Mitsubishi, Subaru, etc
There was a swimming hole near our Alabama home in a creek. In order to use the hole, you had to throw a couple of large rocks into it. This caused the water moccasins to run out of the water and into the woods. We would then swim here. Crazy, I know.
i've encountered plenty of water moccasins and so far in my observation, just don't get between them and the water. i've never seen one attack unprovoked. usually when they are "charging at you" they just want to get to the water and you are in the way. sometimes they used to drop into my canoe in the mangrove swamp or in a spring/river in FL and you can just let them get out of your way or give them a gentle lift with your canoe paddle as they meant to drop into the water and the canoe was an accident. i saw one on the way home from school once and a kid younger than me thought it was dead so he was poking it with a stick. it stayed curled up and played dead. then the homeowner came out and saw it, came back with a hoe. he hit the snake 15 times before it turned to attack him. it was trying to get away and get to the lake behind his house. i was so mad and started yelling at him to just let it go. they are excellent pest control.
My father grew up in Tabasco, a small state in southern Mexico. He told us how he and his siblings used to swim in a large lagoon (still exists) and played to be explorers or pirates in an island in the middle. To scare his siblings, my father used to tell stories of El Viejo Mocho or "Old Stumpy", a large crocodile that had the tip of the tail chopped off by a farmer after the crocodrile ate a goat. When we visited my father's town, many years later, he started telling us that story, ending with "but we never saw a single crocodile, large or small". In that moment, my brother pointed at the distance, mockingly saying "and what is that??". Sure enough, in the middle of the lake was a big a** croc. Turns out the place was natural reserve. My father was just lucky nothing ate him.
Meh. Not unlike firing a couple shots into the water before swimming to scare away alligators
Playing in the creek on those hot summer days. Lots of water snakes, but fortunately non venomous in my locale. You left them alone, they left you alone.
So grateful we only have one venomous snake in the area and it is good at warning it is nearby (Massassauga Rattlesnake). And it’s rather distinctive in appearance, no worries about missing that it’s the rattler, either. It also wants nothing to do with us.
Load More Replies...Ron shared that some of his fondest memories were playing outside with his friends until the streetlights came on, building forts out of cardboard, and going on adventures in the woods or local parks.
“I loved riding my bike everywhere and experiencing a sense of freedom that felt boundless,” he added. “We often played games that we invented, which involved a lot of imagination and creativity. I also cherished family road trips, even if we didn’t wear seatbelts all the time, as they were a source of great stories and bonding moments. These experiences were a significant part of my childhood, fostering independence and a love for the outdoors.”
Oh God. Don't come for me. I know I'd never be able to run for public office because of this. I played a character in a play who was supposed to be black. I am not black. So... Yeah. At the time my black friends loved it, we all thought it was hilarious, they and took me under their wing to teach me things. It was a different world.
As a black person, I don't get offended by something like this, as long as it's not meant in an offensive way, people get triggered too easily nowadays. Recent case in Germany - Dutch fans dressed up as Ruud Gullit, blackening their faces, "everyone" was offended, everyone except Ruud Gullit himself - https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-13543987/Ruud-Gullit-Dutch-fans-blackface-Euro-2024-Poland.html
Agree. If it is done just to fill the roles rather than mock or exclude. Similar to the group Monty Python often playing women's roles because they were an all male group. If a skit needed a woman they just dressed as one. But with people so touchy I'd avoid it today. Also, at least in old American stuff - the way they used to portray black people was often not good whether or not the black person was actually a black person. Scared, superstitious, comic relief - stuff like that.
Load More Replies...Racism is all about intention. Since it's too hard to know people's intentions online, everyone likes to jump on the bandwagon and cry foul immediately. But in this case, you were a kid and you didn't mean anything by it. You have learned that it would be inappropriate to do so as an adult. I'd say that's absolutely fine and you should run for office if you want to!
It's not all about intention though. Casual racism is conduct involving negative stereotypes based around color, race, or ethnicity. That includes (some) offensive jokes, off-handed comments, etc. and isn't intended to offend. Overt racism is all about intent. Now I say this as an equal opportunity offender telling many bad jokes that are designed to play off stereotypes, and always including my own. Something can be both casually racist and not offend anyone.
Load More Replies...I've been reading the Little House on the Prairie series to my niece and in one of them (Little Town on the Prairie) all the men dress up in black face and put on a "negro minstrel show" for the town. There's even an illustration of it. The whole thing is super offensive, especially the description of how they acted like "negros". I'm considering skipping that part when we get to it. I realize it was different time, but that doesn't make it OK.
Depending on how old the niece is this might be a really good opportunity to talk about how things were in the past and why.
Load More Replies...I also blackfaced when we didn't know what blackface was. A whole group in my school did it for Carnival. We dressed as massais and copied the collars, the traditional clothes and everything. We thought it was beautiful so there we went 🤣 My ex used to joke that l could never get in politics now in case there are photographs left.
Yippoing Grew up in northwestern Pennsylvania, on the shores of Lake Erie. Think “lake effect” snow. At least 100 inches a season. We would go out at night and wait for a car to come by, run to the back and grab the bumper and get pulled as far as we could without falling off. Our parents had no idea, my mom blanched visibly when we told her about it just several years ago, and we had done this about 35 years ago. My stupid cousin lost my best mittens this way 😂.
You had to make sure your shoes soles were flat and smooth. It was great fun.
I fell out of a tall tree and broke my leg and crawled home. Just a block fortunately. But I was embarrassed that I fell (I was way too high up and a branch gave way) so I crawled in my room and lay on the floor and didn’t tell anyone. My younger sister was the only one home and she wasn’t paying attention (we were 9 and 5 and used to get left home alone all the time). Hours later my mom came home and I didn’t tell her and she only figured it out because I wouldn’t get up to get into bed. She was so pissed she made me wait till the next day to see a doctor rather than spend the night at the ER. I slept most of that afternoon and might have had a concussion too. Never got checked for anything but the leg. Do kids still get to climb trees? I did it obsessively and was mostly very careful and good at it. I don’t know what possessed me to be an idiot that day. The temptation to see further I guess.
I was doing some sweet tricks on the old school giant wheel scooters one day. Ripped a hole all the way though my heal. Almost took out the tendon. Didn't notice until I tried to put weight on it and noticed blood everywhere. Scooted on one knee to get back with a trail of blood behind me. Got home to the driveway but couldn't make it further. Neighbor came out looked at me went straight back inside. Friend got my mom who like 20 minutes later annoyed came out with these tiny bandages. Lost her mind when she saw me. Was on crutches for months.
Your neighbor was a huge àsshole. If they really didn't want to help you, the least they could've done was knock on your damn door and alert your mom. But no, they left you, a child, bleeding in the driveway. What a díck. Did you tell your mom about them?
Load More Replies...Wtf, you crawled a block home with a broken bone and likely concussion and your perants just left you on the floor for 24 hours because they were pissed??!
I remember suggesting climbing trees to my nephews a few years ago (they were around 6 + 8) they looked at me like I was insane and asked why apparently it's fun isn't a good enough response. I spent a lot of my childhood climbing trees and even had a favourite tree in my local park that I'd sit in for hrs on end, often reading books or daydreaming.
Did you also get the "don't come running to me crying if you break your leg" speech when your parents found out you did something dumb?
This actually coincides with a previous one. As a kid we lived on a new build housing area, they were building new houses. Young kids playground dream? We were playing and I slipped while jumping over the foundations of the new home, the deeper foundations. Another kid went to get my mother and she pulled me up and I was walking back home behind them both and it hurt to breathe. They were both in front of me about 5m ahead, ignoring me. She never took me to the hospital. It wasn't until two days later when a teacher at school on the Monday noticed my breathing and that I was in pain, I was taken to hospital. I had x-rays discovering I had broken a rib. I was 8yrs old.
I used to climb trees. Fell from several with no issues. Of course the last one I broke my arm and got rushed to the hospital (it was obviously broken with a bone almost sticking out)
My siblings and I would climb trees all the time. 60-80 feet up. We used to spy on the neighbors that way. Only my sister ever fell and she didn't break anything.
“I think it's important to remember that while some of the things we did as kids might seem reckless by today’s standards, they also contributed to our sense of independence and resilience,” Ron said.
“However, it's also crucial to strike a balance between safety and freedom for children today. Encouraging outdoor play and creativity while being mindful of modern-day risks can help create a well-rounded and fulfilling childhood experience. It’s fascinating to see how societal norms evolve, and conversations like this can help us appreciate the past while navigating the present.”
Besides the things you mentioned, I also built model rockets. Also, tricks off the high dive at the local swimming pool. These days public pools don’t even have diving boards, let alone high dives.
Even before we could swim, we'd jump off the high dive at the local public (outdoor) pool. My dad stood on the edge of the pool deck, waiting for each of my siblings and me to jump. And then he'd dive in and "escort" us to the pool edge. We knew all of the staff at the pool so they allowed us to do this. ———————————— I'll never forget the time when a thunderstorm approached and the pool had to be closed and swimmers were sent home. We were allowed to hang around, and once the storm had passed, we were allowed back in the pool. Imagine having the entire pool to yourself! 😊 Ah, the memories...
Our local pools do, but you have to pass a swimming test to prove you can go into the deep end.
I live in Tennessee and BOTH local pools have diving boards including a high dive.
CHECK. High dives were fun. One local pool had low dive, high dives, and then one of those super high cement towers like you see in dive competitions. Us kids never went on the cement tower. It was scary. (also not sure they would have let us). But every once in a while a serious diver would and us kids would all stop and watch.
I think it is less common now. Still have them places they train but I think i heard some casual pools are phasing them out. Liability issues I think. Not likely to hurt yourself too bad from a low dive, but a high dive can potentially break your neck if you don't enter properly. TLDR: Too many undisciplined / untrained swimmers running around most public pools
Load More Replies...Is this an American thing? No diving boards? I've not been to a public swimming pool in years in the UK. I'm an ex competitive swimmer and also diving, as in competition double back flip type diving. Surely some must have diving boards because otherwise how would competitive divers train?
Maybe this is a regional thing here in the states, because we definitely have diving boards at our public pool.
Load More Replies...One time at the public pool I climbed the high dirve but chieched out - coudn't go back as others were on the ladder already, so I jumped as close to the edge of the pool that I could and narriowly missed catching my chin. Coulda been DEAD.
I feel like most posts lately have some sort of comment “we have everything in Germany”
That's because so many people have broken their neck and were either paralyzed or died from it.
This was not a regular occurrence for me, but when I visited a family in rural Tennessee a group of kids got together after dark, formed two groups, and shot bottle rockets across the field at each other as long as they lasted.
Wow, we all got together after dark but we just played flashlight tag. No explosives involved. :)
We just had BB gun wars and came home looking like we had measles.
We had a sign in our grandparents' front yard attached to a crude pole with another pole welded on at a 90 degree angle, open on both ends. This sign swiveled. My brother and cousin put bottle rockets in it one night and shot them at cars going down the road. Boy, did they get in trouble!
Roman candle battles were a regular part of my youth, especially when I spent summers in Wyoming, where you could buy any kind of fireworks.
I was born in 1965. We lived on a very busy Main St in small town Indiana. When I was 4/5/6 years old, if it rained - my grandparents would let me put my bathing suit on and go stand on the sidewalk, so I was sprayed when cars drove through the puddles passing the house.
LOL. Never did this one. But fond memories of gutters. Making little dams, designating some bit of floating debris as a 'boat' and following it. Stomp splashing.
Playing poo sticks with real poo... Oh those were the days
Load More Replies...I was playing in some mud puddles after a thunderstorm, home alone and not really a little kid, when a bolt of lightening struck terrifyingly close. It was so loud! And the smell of ozone. I think I screamed and ducked down. I caught my breath and took my dumbass back inside the house.
We made homemade fireworks..
We built rockets. The solid rocket engines were sold, prior to some laws being made stricter, by mailorder services that just required a copy of your ID. We, pretty soon, figured that retrieving the rockets was pretty much impossible, due to them always landing in an abandoned factory and the surrounding thereof. We even built twostaged rockets, with one engine being glued into the - stiff enough! - paper tube, and the other just losely stuck in, but firing up the second with the blowout charge that was, usually, meant to open a parachute. Which we didn't. Sometimes, we included some minor fireworks to be able to see where they went. One time, we cut the heads of some hundred matches and put that atop the second stage - was less spectacular than expected, but still, we could trace the path it was flying. A few ones, I found and was able to collect, even reused the fins, if there weren't too burned up. Fireworks ... not so much. But, it was fun!
Ah yes, Estes rockets. Man they were fun. There was on with a payload, and since my father and I reloaded our own shotgun shells, I had plenty of gun powder to fill that payload.
Load More Replies...Lemme tellya: when all the adults at the block party are deep into their cups, Mexican Gen-X kids could have a lot of fun with some matches and an empty bottle of Bacardi.
So did we! Custard powder and flour also cause amazing fireballs when blown across a naked flame! "Science, b***h!"
My nephew and I spent summers together and we were fascinated by fire and fireworks. We built our own, but we were in Wyoming so you could buy anything up to cherry bombs and M-80s. We also made firebombs that we would float down a local canal, shooting it with BB guns as the various inflammables inside went off. Once we stuffed the shell of a smoke bomb with ground up sparklers and ended up burning a hole in my sister's concrete patio. Another time we threw a hair spray can into a big concrete incinerator; when it finally went off it shot the steel lid about 40 feet in the air and cracked the thick concrete. My brother-in-law asked us what happened and we said "Ah'Dunno?" When I was dating my wife and told her about this, she said "let me see if you've got all your fingers."
Ball shooter battles. Only blew back a few times. The bonfire with the scarecrow and a head made from a winecask of petrol as a head probably was unsafe
I made home made "rockets" with the cardboard part of pants hangers and sparklers. Unpredictable, but fun to make and shoot off.
CHECK. Also seeing what you can get in the air using bottle rockets as rocket engines. One of my early fireworks - Empty 12 gauge shotgun shell, hammer out the spent primer so you have a small hole at one end. Stuff it full of match heads. Crimp the big opening shut with some vice grips. Prop it up and add a few match heads to the outside as a 'fuse'. Makes a pretty loud bang. About like a real shotgun blast.
You used to be able to buy gunpowder in bulk from Bi-Mart. They sold it for people who did their own reloads. Mix in some steel wool and you get some pretty lights too.
Running after the "smoke truck" that sprayed insecticide in our neighborhood.
One thing I did do, though -- back in the day when pretty much all gasoline had lead in it, it had a different smell, and I loved that smell -- I used to get out of the car when the old man stopped for gas just so I could inhale all that glorious gasoline smell. The fact that there may have been lead in the fumes probably explains a few things about the current state of my brain, lol.
Sorry, but this one was a bit on the not too bright side. I'm surprised they're still around to write about the memory.
Bottle rocket wars with my friends. It's a wonder we didn't put an eye out.
As long as your not playing with the Official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle! 😉😉
Whoa. The one with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time! That thing is legit.
Load More Replies...That's not a bottle rocket. But that and Roman Candle wars were a thing.
One of the brothers across the street from us growing up actually DID shoot a bb gun and hit a girl in the eye. It was a huge deal because he was supposed to be going to West Point and her parents got the police involved. It was an accident of course, but she was seriously injured.
My sister's friend actually *did* put an eye out during a bottle rocket war. He now has a glass eye and only those of us who know about it can tell.
There’s nothing wrong with bottle rockets. My schools strict as on safety (understandably) but we still got to launch these in tech class. I’m saying that though, the teacher also let me and a friend try build a working crossbow using spring steel (it worked but not very well)
Buying cigarettes at age 8 (for my mom who had provided a note), riding in the back of pickup truck on highway, no seatbelts, driving at age 10 (with dad in passenger seat) on country roads, hitchhiking with my dad after our car broke down, and my car seat as a baby was a laundry basket on the floor of the car.
I learned to drive when I was 11 and my aunt and uncle lived up on the mountain... My dad would get hammered and have me drive his old Ford LTD boat home! Telling me to use the hood ornament to stay situated in between the lines! Looking back I'm amazed we made each time! I'm a pretty good driver these days tho so it taught me a lot! 🤣🤣
We would buy them for parents & put them "on the bill" at the local store.
Load More Replies...Or they'd send you over to the cigarette machine in the lobby to get them for them and no one would batt an eye.
Check and check (mostly). I made the cigarettes about age 8. My folks bought one of those machines where you put in the tobacco and the paper tube and filter and push the lever. I was driving at 10 or 11 but (mostly) not on public roads. Farm stuff. tractors, pickups etc. Didn't have a laundry basket. As best I can recall, I never had a car seat.
I’ve already said this once, but as young teen girls, we would cross a huge empty lot in order to get to the mall. Most of the time there was a guy riding his bicycle in the lot with his d**k hanging out. Back and forth. Back and forth. We told our mothers who just said not to look at him and he won’t bother you. They never called the police or stopped us from taking the shortcut. God only knows what could have happened to any of us, especially when we walked alone.
(to the tune of boobs hang low) "Does your d**k hang low, as you pedal to and fro?, does it get caught in the sprocket?, rip your balls out of their pocket?..."
Damn...it's 1am, my hubby is asleep and that just made me lol!
Load More Replies...It was a different time. Maybe mom didn't realize what a horrific threat this guy could be.
Load More Replies...My best friend and I were spit sisters. You each spit into your hand, then rubbed and shook each other's hand. Less cleanup than the blood brothers' pledge. Walking solo to school over a mile away, in blizzard conditions. Riding bikes for miles, no helmet, no water, over all sorts of roads, plus going to the park by yourself -- with no one knowing truly your whereabouts. Climbing really old trees to the very, very top, often requiring an older sibling to figure out how to get you down. Watching the stars at night after climbing out on a precarious roof. Skipping school to go fishing along a major river. Might not be "horrifying," but not as many kids today had our freedom to try.
I had part of a slanted roof next to the window in my bedroom and used to climb out there at night to look at the stars. When it was cold I'd take a blanket with me. It wasn't steep at all, but I'm sure my parents would have put a stop to it if they'd known.
I used to get my Dad's ladder out of the garage and climb up on our roof, in the broad daylight. Idk how my mother never knew, but I know she didn't, because if she had known, she'd have had kittens, lol. I loved being up there though, all alone, just sitting quietly, unbothered, looking over all the rooftops. Sometimes I'd get up, walk to the edge by the chimney, and hold onto the bricks there while I looked over the edge, just to give myself a little thrill. Funny thing is, now, as an adult, I'm too scared to climb on a roof, lol. Something about the invincibility kids think they have, I guess.
Load More Replies...Yes to all of that. Except the school one was 3 miles from bus stop to home and I usually had a ride in the mornings - just not in the afternoon because my mom was at work. I have done it in the snow but it wasn't a 'blizzard'. did fishing, did skipping school, but I don't think ever on the same day. And I never needed older sibling to get down from the trees. Didn't have one so was on my own.
All but the fishing. Walked over a mile to junior high carrying a briefcase full of books in one hand and a saxophone case in the other. Edit: in the winter. Summers it was bicycle.
Load More Replies...A few friends, my brother and I skipped school ONE time, and the friends all got caught by their parents. My parents never gave any indication that they were aware of it. Because of that, we never got "detention" like our friends did. Senior year of high school there was a "senior skip day" when seniors' non-attendance was "overlooked."
Sometimes it was a necessity for me, I grew up in a very toxic and abusive home, struggling with mental health issues and self harming from a young age. I loved school but sometimes I just couldn't face it particularly if I'd had a rough time the day before, my parents would have never let me stay home. I meet up with my friends every morning to walk to school together and sometimes we'd decide to not go because one or more of us were struggling with our horrible home lives. Yes ditching school isn't ideal but honestly those days spent with my friends literally saved my life. Nowadays my siblings will allow my nieces and nephews to stay home sometimes for a mental health day and I love this idea, I just wish it'd been a thing when I was young.
Load More Replies...I stole cigarettes from my mom and got caught in 6th grade. It was a big deal and I felt horrendously guilty, even though my mom was pretty nice about it. My brother and his friends started a fire from having match fights, you know where you light the match and fling at each other at the same time? They barely successfully stomped it out. I told a neighbor girl my dog would bite her if she pushed me, she pushed me and my dog bit her. We drew up a very elaborate battle plan in order to ambush by dirt clod a neighborhood kid who hated getting dirty. I walked my bike up a very very steep mountain road repeatedly and rode my bike straight down the middle of the road, like an idiot. On a regular basis. Made pancakes from pancake mix a neighbor threw away, and we ate the dough. More authentic than mud pies, and edible!
i would agree for the dirt clods, not so much for the dog if that's what you meant. the girl was warned.
Load More Replies..."We drew up a very elaborate battle plan in order to ambush by dirt clod a neighborhood kid who hated getting dirty." sounds like bullying to me. can't believe you can admit to bullying someone without feeling ashamed.
We stole smokes from my uncle in 5th grade then moved up to stealing packs from stores in 6th grade. Ripping cigs looking at dirty magazines waiting on the school bus on the mornings.
The cigarette triggered a memory. Me and my BF at roller skating. About age 11 I think. Friend got a cigarette from someone and we smoked it outside. A bit later his dad picks us up, smells the cigarette breath and starts quizzing us. My friend lies and says it was peole near us smoking. I just kept my mouth shut. The thing is - WE DIDN'T LIKE IT. So while, yes, we did have a smoke, we didn't need threats or lectures to not do it again. We didn't want to. LOL
We used to do that bike thing on my street all the time ( pretty steep road, well maintained but occasional risk of cars being somewhat suburban)
Rock & Dirt Clod battles.
Same here; we'd put on an old coat and blast each other with BB guns. Never put an eye out though!
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I had to get three stitches in my lip after a friendly neighborhood rock fight in 1991
Aged dehydrated corn cob halves. We had an old a*s barn on the property we rented that had a loft full of them. Serious bruise time.
There was a medical clinic near our house. They would dump the test tubes full of blood into the big trashcan. We liked those glass tubes with stoppers so we pulled them out and washed out the tubes so we could play with them.
Children playing with biohazards was not on my cozy nostalgia bingo card.
I had a friend who had some liquid silver in a tube. We used to take it out and roll it around on the floor.
Load More Replies...Different attitude to biohazards. Lab techs in the 60s would take the tubes home and put the blood on their roses.
Why? I mean, what was blood on the nose supposed to achieve?
Load More Replies...Yayyy medical waste!! Let's collect blood borne pathogens like Pokemon! 😃
When I was young, used to live near a dirty canal. Heavy rains would bring lots of medical disposal. like syringes, that we used to play with.
For the most part, my parents kept me on a fairly tight leash, but one thing I never understood is why my parents thought it was okay to send me on foot to kindergarten without an adult. The trail started behind the barrier of a dead-end street, wound past a cornfield, then past an apartment complex before it took me to school. Today someone would call CPS for letting their 5 year old do something like that. I was also allowed to explore a brushy area behind our house that had the remains of some old structures. I was 8 or 9. My friends and I also liked to explore the remains of an old trailer park. The mobile homes were long gone, but there was an uncovered, unfenced swimming pool that always contained dark, festering water, and I once nearly fell into a hole near there. My leg went all the way in and my friends had to grab my arms and pull me out. We continued playing. Then again, this was an era when no one batted an eye about sending all of us kids to school during a tornado warning. I had nightmares for a bit after that experience, but I got over it and grew up to have no fear of storms, just a healthy respect for them.
Abandoned structures can make awesome meetup places, especially if other groups have been there before
Yeah, my mom dropped me off at grade school during a tornado warning. Teachers didn't even take us to the basement
My uncles used to scramble on top of the barn. It has a metal roof. They thought it was fun to slide down it and “fly”. Good thing kids bounce and the ground was soft. I was a cute little girl with few friends. Often rode my bike down the back alleys. There were usually guys hanging out in their garages which faced the ally. I would stop and talk to them. In retrospect…that’s not a good idea. Cute little me was too friendly and curious.
I was walking around our (very large) block one day, about 9 - 10 years old. A guy in a garage down a fairly long driveway beckoned to me. I walked up, we started talking, then he showed me some pictures of a woman in a short dress squatting down and showing her privates. I didn't get it, thought she was wounded, kept staring at them. He then turned me to face him and rubbed my vulva/clit. I still didn't get what was going on and just walked away. This was in Los Angeles in the 60s. Never told my parents. Didn't understand for several years, then it h it me in high school what he was trying to do. Damn f&cking glad I walked away and he didn't follow me.
We had 10-12 poplars in our backyard, so it was making tons of leaves during autumn. My 3 brothers and I (not my sister, too coward, and older) would go up the house roof (3 storeys) and jump over the leaves. I was 4-5, my oldest brother, who helped me out, was 14-15. No more once my mother figured out where I was when she couldn't find me. Or maybe my sister told on us. Nope, it was probably all the screams. That was 55+ years ago. No regrets.
We had BB gun fights. Only 2 rules, no shooting anyone above the belly and if you had a pump up BB-pellet gun, no more than 2 pumps. Think paint ball with BB guns.
I knew a lot of kids with a BB under their skin growing up. I wonder how many the folks that do MRIs have to deal with.
once made a younger neighborhood kid mad & he went & got his bb gun. Didn't think he'd be able to hit the broad side of a barn, but he got the front of my thigh from about 6-7 houses away! Robby, I still hate you for that, but still amazed. Stung like a mf
I remember a fight with my nephew, I had a lever action BB gun and he had a pump pistol. He was on the second story of the house we lived in, I was in the yard. Parents nor sisters were not home. I came from behind a tree and he hit me between the eyes with a BB. I levered that whole tube of BBs into the window, breaking the glass, the light bulb; he said it was like a movie. Gods we had great times.
Didn't put my eye out but looked like I had the measles when I got home.
My family was among the first residents of the newly developed town/city I grew up in (moved there in 1964 as some of the first 3000 residents) and there were new houses being built all over including nearby through the 1970s. My sisters and I along with the other kids in the neighborhood would play in the houses before the "skin" was put on. heck even after the drywall was put on. These days I imagine if there was a new house being built they'd put a chain link fence around it to keep people out but not those days. There were nails and scrap pieces everywhere...we could have easily stepped on something that would send us to the doctor. Fortunately that didn't happen to us. Once we were old enough (I think probably 8 years old) we (or maybe just me!) were allowed to pretty much roam at will through the town. I was into bird watching so would ride my bike or walk the distance to the marsh at the side of the bay with my binoculars and Peterson field guide and bird list and see if I could find any new species around. Yes, I was a nerd. Also around 1974-75 our town started a bus system to the mall in the next city over (it went other places but that's where we wanted to go) it only cost 10 cents at the time. So I'd ride to the mall, hit up Sears for bridge mix or popcorn, slide down the slide at the children's shop/toy store, look through the albums at the record shop, and just hang out for some hours. It was great to get away from the house and family for awhile. Also fireworks were legal at that time but they wouldn't allow kids under 18 to purchase them. Had a friend who had a trampoline in their back yard along with a piece of a surplus army tank probably from WWII or Korea. We'd jump on the trampoline then get into the tank and rock it back and forth until we got nauseous. Of course these days if you have that stuff on your property your insurance company will cancel you.
Exploring construction - check. Roaming town - check (but not with binoculars). Fireworks still legal here (kinda). Illegal in the county but legal on the Indian reservations who sell them to the public - who take them home not on the reservation. Basically the cops tolerate it around July 4th if people are not being too stupid. We didn't have a piece of tank but at one house we had a really old rusted out antique car in the back. Like, so old the gas was a lever by the steering wheel like on some old tractors. We used to pretend drive that. I never had a trampoline as a kid but I bought one to play on as an adult when I bought my house. My grandkids had a lot of fun on it.
Delivering newspapers and collecting the money. 11-15 year olds waking up at 430-5am daily. Sitting on a corner (by themselves sometimes) and riding a bike around the neighborhood trying to throw newspapers onto peoples porches. Then every two weeks, going to every house to collect the money. Sometimes carrying around 50-100 dollars around in a pouch. To top it off, it was considered ok to be welcomed into the houses during winter when collecting the money. We definitely had encounters with what we considered ‘weird’ people. Now they’d be considered creepy af. I think about my own kids; telling them to wake up at 430AM 7 days a week and expecting them to perform well at school would just be irresponsible.
I loved my paper route. And yes-- Ollie ting the money--you'd knock. They'd bring me right into the house while they got their money. Honestly never thought anything was strange about that. This would have been about 1956 - 1960.
I hitchhiked everywhere I went from 1974 - 1984. Lots of serial k*llers were active and out there at the time. I am convinced that God hand His hand over me (still does!).
So why did he not have a hand over the actual victims, what makes you special?
He didn't say he was special. Only that he felt God was watching over him.
Load More Replies...I once hitchhiked from California to Florida in '75. It wasn't until just recently that I read about serial killers crusing the freeways looking for victims. It made me realize how lucky I was that I didn't get picked up by one.
I hitchhiked from northern Utah to Lake Tahoe with a friend, hung out all summer on the east side of the Sierras, and hitched back the summer of 1971. Lots of adventures but one time we were hanging out around Mammoth Lakes and heard of a hot spring out in the desert to the east. We somehow got out there and were enjoying the water and other substances when we saw a whole line of lights coming. It was a biker gang; they pulled up and said "What are you doing in our hot spring?" We were a couple of skinny hippies, but they laughed it off and we spent the night partying with them. Woke up face down in the morning out in the greasewood.
Does OP happen to be named Nagito Komaeda? That would explain everything (this is a Danganronpa reference, you will not get it.)
How much time do you have?
I seen a few comments that are like, "Yeah I did this and we're all still alive to tell the tale," as though the activity was harmless. The thing of it is, YOU'RE alive to tell the tale, but there WERE kids who died playing in refrigerators or diving in quarries or whatever. Don't assume that young people today are cowards for avoiding clearly dangerous things.
I loved it being free.We learned a lot about selfresponsibility and selfesteem without a tight protection frame.Of course luck was a factor too. Nowadays everythimg seems to be a risk but still there are dying kids in the same amount. I would like to know,what younger generations think about.. Were our parents just out of mind( not aware) or would you love to do such things too? What risks are nowadays you are now aware of ,you would protect xour future kids?
Yes, a common cognitive bias. I did this and turned out fine! Congratulations, you have successfully completed a study with a sample size of 1.
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What has happened to American society is "Path of Least Resistance" everything has been reduced to its lowest common denominator. Easier, quicker, comfortable, cheaper, more pleasurable etc etc. Not change for the better but change for convenience.
Load More Replies...Ah, the caterpillar apocalypse, when the entire northeastern United States was coated with gipsy moth caterpillars, genetically engineered to spin silk, with which they'd zip down from trees, poisonous to all native predators. We'd clear tree trunks by making flamethrowers with Lysol bottles. If you think a cicada outbreak is bad, you haven't seen anything.
My Girl Scouts juniors troop went camping during that. The horror….
Load More Replies...We did all that kind of stuff and we survived. Well, except for the ones who didn't. But we tend to forget those. I do think people nowadays can go overboard with being overly protective and not giving kids enough freedom. But there were also things back in the day that were seriously dangerous and it's a good thing that awareness around safety has improved.
do i think that things have changed and become more dangerous than they were in the past? or that parents are more aware now? i'm not sure. i know that there have been those people who assaulted others and serial killers and the like around for centuries. it may be that we are more 'plugged in' and know of such things faster. but, in regards to the old school playgrounds - i am surprised more kids didn't get hurt.
What has happened to American society is "Path of Least Resistance" everything has been reduced to its lowest common denominator. Easier, quicker, comfortable, cheaper, more pleasurable etc etc. Not change for the better but change for convenience.
I'm currently a teenager, and I don't get this kind of stuff really. I'm pretty lucky though compared to some of my mates. My younger neighbours and I, I'm the oldest, we often spend all our weekends and holidays running over the road barefoot like "do you want to come out to play?". My youth group too, we often have stupid nights like this. Climb a mountain and walk a few ks to maccas, go play spotlight in an empty overgrown paddock, have a massive bonfire and go explore an old chook shed (we got in trouble for that one, it was all rotting and falling), run around the school at night playing hide and seek. Usually there's no major incidents, we usually all make it back, and it's good fun.
I seen a few comments that are like, "Yeah I did this and we're all still alive to tell the tale," as though the activity was harmless. The thing of it is, YOU'RE alive to tell the tale, but there WERE kids who died playing in refrigerators or diving in quarries or whatever. Don't assume that young people today are cowards for avoiding clearly dangerous things.
I loved it being free.We learned a lot about selfresponsibility and selfesteem without a tight protection frame.Of course luck was a factor too. Nowadays everythimg seems to be a risk but still there are dying kids in the same amount. I would like to know,what younger generations think about.. Were our parents just out of mind( not aware) or would you love to do such things too? What risks are nowadays you are now aware of ,you would protect xour future kids?
Yes, a common cognitive bias. I did this and turned out fine! Congratulations, you have successfully completed a study with a sample size of 1.
Load More Replies...Bored Panda Staff: "Let's repost this list every week. It's easier than finding new content."
What has happened to American society is "Path of Least Resistance" everything has been reduced to its lowest common denominator. Easier, quicker, comfortable, cheaper, more pleasurable etc etc. Not change for the better but change for convenience.
Load More Replies...Ah, the caterpillar apocalypse, when the entire northeastern United States was coated with gipsy moth caterpillars, genetically engineered to spin silk, with which they'd zip down from trees, poisonous to all native predators. We'd clear tree trunks by making flamethrowers with Lysol bottles. If you think a cicada outbreak is bad, you haven't seen anything.
My Girl Scouts juniors troop went camping during that. The horror….
Load More Replies...We did all that kind of stuff and we survived. Well, except for the ones who didn't. But we tend to forget those. I do think people nowadays can go overboard with being overly protective and not giving kids enough freedom. But there were also things back in the day that were seriously dangerous and it's a good thing that awareness around safety has improved.
do i think that things have changed and become more dangerous than they were in the past? or that parents are more aware now? i'm not sure. i know that there have been those people who assaulted others and serial killers and the like around for centuries. it may be that we are more 'plugged in' and know of such things faster. but, in regards to the old school playgrounds - i am surprised more kids didn't get hurt.
What has happened to American society is "Path of Least Resistance" everything has been reduced to its lowest common denominator. Easier, quicker, comfortable, cheaper, more pleasurable etc etc. Not change for the better but change for convenience.
I'm currently a teenager, and I don't get this kind of stuff really. I'm pretty lucky though compared to some of my mates. My younger neighbours and I, I'm the oldest, we often spend all our weekends and holidays running over the road barefoot like "do you want to come out to play?". My youth group too, we often have stupid nights like this. Climb a mountain and walk a few ks to maccas, go play spotlight in an empty overgrown paddock, have a massive bonfire and go explore an old chook shed (we got in trouble for that one, it was all rotting and falling), run around the school at night playing hide and seek. Usually there's no major incidents, we usually all make it back, and it's good fun.
