My brother and his friend used to rope me into playing "Army" and flag football. We built forts using rusty nails, rusty old hack saws and whatever wood pieces we found around our house. We were gone for hours. We also rode minibikes (WITHOUT helmets) and made these ridiculous bike jumps that we somehow managed to get over without killin…
My brother and his friend used to rope me into playing "Army" and flag football. We built forts using rusty nails, rusty old hack saws and whatever wood pieces we found around our house. We were gone for hours. We also rode minibikes (WITHOUT helmets) and made these ridiculous bike jumps that we somehow managed to get over without killing ourselves. We were frequently grimy, hungry and thirsty. We had bikes and we could ride all day we knew freedom at a cellular level. We grew up in the 70s. No all-day TV watching, no cell phones, no social media. I know every era has its problems, but I truly wish my kids formative years were more like mine.
For my bunch it was go-karts ... 40 mph with my butt 3 inches off the road, no helmet, lousy brakes, twitchy steering, on county roads with cars whizzing by.
My brother and his friend used to rope me into playing "Army" and flag football. We built forts using rusty nails, rusty old hack saws and whatever wood pieces we found around our house. We were gone for hours. We also rode minibikes (WITHOUT helmets) and made these ridiculous bike jumps that we somehow managed to get over without killing ourselves. We were frequently grimy, hungry and thirsty. We had bikes and we could ride all day we knew freedom at a cellular level. We grew up in the 70s. No all-day TV watching, no cell phones, no social media. I know every era has its problems, but I truly wish my kids formative years were more like mine.
For my bunch it was go-karts ... 40 mph with my butt 3 inches off the road, no helmet, lousy brakes, twitchy steering, on county roads with cars whizzing by.