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re: In the Old Days We had Dirt Clod Wars.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 2:28 pm to Topwater Trout
Posted on 12/6/23 at 2:28 pm to Topwater Trout
one my friends tried to tackle me and my leg broke his finger in two. I couldn't stop laughing
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Posted on 12/6/23 at 2:35 pm to Auburn1968
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In Central Florida, we had orange wars. They would start with fallen oranges but they never lasted long.
My mom and step dad live in Tampa and the neighborhood kids had orange, lemon and grapefruit battles...those things will light you up when they are green and hurt pretty good when ripe...
Posted on 12/6/23 at 2:41 pm to Meatball
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I grew up in the 70’s and 80’s. It’s a miracle that my generation made it out alive. Today’s generation would be flabbergasted at some of the shite that we used to do.
I was born in 1965. In 1979 I had a full beard and was 6 foot tall and weighed 210 pounds. I drove anywhere I wanted, went in about any bar I wanted and definitely could but alcohol anywhere...at 14 years of age. Not only could do all of that, did do all of that. I kept our middle school and high school supplied with cheap booze. It is amazing all of us did not develop a severe drinking problem, drug problem or both. As it was none of even my closest friends ever got a DUI. We were lucky as frick but we survived.
My son is 24 and can't understand why I do not drink Bourbon. I have explained to him that I drank so much bourbon as a child that I can barely tolerate it as an adult...he thinks I am joking but it is a fact....old grand dad, evan williams and when we had some money Jack Daniels was the elixir of our youth....
Posted on 12/6/23 at 2:48 pm to Lsupimp
Chunks of watermelon rind
Dried corncobs
Dried cow patties
But the best was dried corncob drug through a pile of wet cow shite.
Dried corncobs
Dried cow patties
But the best was dried corncob drug through a pile of wet cow shite.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 2:49 pm to AwgustaDawg
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My mom and step dad live in Tampa and the neighborhood kids had orange, lemon and grapefruit battles...those things will light you up when they are green and hurt pretty good when ripe..
The green ones are harder than a baseball! We tended to stick to the ripe season. The best battles were when there was new cinderblock houses going up with scaffolding where they were adding the next layer. Great forts.
Kind of regret the waste of so much good fruit.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 2:50 pm to Lsupimp
You ain't been in a dirt clod war until you've been smacked in the face by a gumbo dirt clod the size of a football.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 3:04 pm to Auburn1968
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The best battles were when there was new cinderblock houses going up with scaffolding where they were adding the next layer. Great forts.
Its amazing we didn't knock down block houses under construction LOL....we would definitely be all over construction sites when no one was around.
Me and a cousin about my age fricker around and let a tracked crane with a welder lifted up in the air drop the welder in a creek on a pipe line project once...talk about some kids picking them up and putting them down LOL....no telling how much money we cost folks.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 3:35 pm to Lsupimp
Looking back, the most dangerous game we played was pitching golf balls instead of baseballs. You just don’t realize the speed a golf ball comes off a metal bat. Hitting it 450 feet was fun but thank god there were no line drives back to the pitcher.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 8:54 pm to Lsupimp
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Each group claimed a pile of earth and violent chaos ensued. Blood was drawn and tears were shed. Occasionally Badeaux or Butler would shoot a pellet at you just to keep you aware that being a pussy was not an option. Spitale would wander up and both teams would train our best throws on him and he’d laugh and run to whatever side I was on. Shea would stand on the top and beg you to throw at him and then laugh at you as he karate kicked your dome. Badeaux usually ended up as King of The hill and we were good with that natural hierarchy. Then Spillman ( RIP ) would explain to us how babies were made and Day Day would beg us to see an old Playboy. Then we’d play baseball and football for 6 hours and hunt for snakes.
God this took me back. I sent it to my sons with a frick a PlayStation and iPhone explanation.
Someone needs to call the writer of Sandlot. I feel like we have the start of a good movie here.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 9:33 pm to Lsupimp
We had all that and a gladiator football game we called Brick Wall.
The field was 4 yards wide by 10 long. Two defensive players starting on their knees and one runner. No limited # of downs before the next runner got his turn to break the brick wall. You ran into the wall and tried to get the 10 yards. When you got taken down you got up and took a few seconds and said “hut” and went again. On and on until you scored or quit your turn. I was a good, hard nosed player but the least strong and athletic compared to 2 of the guys I always went against. I think it took me 20+ attempts one time to get the 10 yards and score. This was knee and elbows and shoulders going wild in an attempt to either bust through the wall or prevent the runner from busting your wall. We had many busted lips and noses, scrapes, and deep contusions playing Brick Wall than anything else we did. It was definitely the most brutal game we played on the regular.
The field was 4 yards wide by 10 long. Two defensive players starting on their knees and one runner. No limited # of downs before the next runner got his turn to break the brick wall. You ran into the wall and tried to get the 10 yards. When you got taken down you got up and took a few seconds and said “hut” and went again. On and on until you scored or quit your turn. I was a good, hard nosed player but the least strong and athletic compared to 2 of the guys I always went against. I think it took me 20+ attempts one time to get the 10 yards and score. This was knee and elbows and shoulders going wild in an attempt to either bust through the wall or prevent the runner from busting your wall. We had many busted lips and noses, scrapes, and deep contusions playing Brick Wall than anything else we did. It was definitely the most brutal game we played on the regular.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 9:36 pm to Lsupimp
Your description of a typical summer day sounds amazingly accurate….the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 9:40 pm to Lsupimp
Pine cone , dirt clog and pecans
Posted on 12/6/23 at 9:47 pm to AwgustaDawg
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We used to have bb gun wars. How none of us got seriously injured I do not know but we shot one another with BB Guns. Imagine an unaccompanied kid with a gun today...folks would have a stroke
we’d get home from school or meet up on the weekend, yell “bye, I’m going to Kevin’s house” and boom everyone in the neighborhood grabs their bb pistol and gets on their bikes and you’re gone on your own at the age of 10-13 for hours with absolutely no identification and no way to contact you or any of your friends and no way to find you. A pack of 10-14 year old kids roaming the neighborhood and the levees and gas stations and fast food places with no supervision and no goals and no interruptions until eventually you’d just wander home. Sometime’s you’d all run to Mike’s house because his mom seemed to always be cooking enough food for 15 and their door was always open. I have to imagine the number of parents that would let their kids do the above today is under 10%.
This post was edited on 12/6/23 at 10:38 pm
Posted on 12/6/23 at 9:51 pm to Tigafangs72
As a kid I lived in Okinawa for a while.. a group of kids would climb on top of one concrete family tomb and another group of us on a different tomb a little bit away..
we would stack tons of dirt clods and and throw at each other on different structures.. not real sure why there were family tombs just sorta spread around in the middle of sugar cane fields .. of course we always had stories of them having trap door you could fall into and be with the skeletons ( was just a myth)
My wife can not believe my stories… had to evacuate the block once when a neighbor kid dragged a bomb ( dropped from a plan) .. MPs came out to look at it in their living room and said was still live..
These are not even close to the dangerous stuff.. kids were more self sufficient and the world would also look out for kids if they saw them in trouble.
we would stack tons of dirt clods and and throw at each other on different structures.. not real sure why there were family tombs just sorta spread around in the middle of sugar cane fields .. of course we always had stories of them having trap door you could fall into and be with the skeletons ( was just a myth)
My wife can not believe my stories… had to evacuate the block once when a neighbor kid dragged a bomb ( dropped from a plan) .. MPs came out to look at it in their living room and said was still live..
These are not even close to the dangerous stuff.. kids were more self sufficient and the world would also look out for kids if they saw them in trouble.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:06 pm to Lsupimp
Had and watched some good dirt clod fights in the oilfield. One July 4th we had a roman candle fight out on the rig I mean what could go wrong.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:13 pm to Lsupimp
We used to stick bottle rockets in the holes inside our hats and then light them and chase everyone.
Posted on 12/7/23 at 5:04 am to Breesus
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I have to imagine the number of parents that would let their kids do the above today is under 10%.
I'd under 10% is probably about right. There is actually a term for raising children the way they have always been raised outside of the last 20 years or so.....it is called "free range parenting". Jesus Christ. I know this because a teacher at a DODEA School in Italy told my wife and I that "free range parenting" had a place, when children were "properly supervised" (seemed contradictory then, seems so now). I had to ask what free range parenting meant and I was told it meant anytime a parent was more than about 18 inches away from their child until that child was about 35 years old. I did not react to this interaction exactly how the teacher envisioned it going....to the point where I told her and her boss if they thought they could do a better job raising the eating machine that is an 11 year old boy they were more than welcome to give it a go, otherwise I would appreciate them minding their own business and children and I would mind mine. Our daughter's friends parents are completely dismayed that we allow our daughter to walk an entire 1/4 of a mile after school to a Circle K where she is free to buy any and as much junk food as she can afford with money she has managed to save. The entirety of the walk is from her middle school, in front of a high school and into the parking lot of the store....there are about 6 armed policeman on the walk and kids everywhere walking home from school....but those parents are convinced that she is doomed to be sold into white slavery any minute...
Posted on 12/7/23 at 5:08 am to Thecoz
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kids were more self sufficient and the world would also look out for kids if they saw them in trouble.
I never tested the theory as a child because I was pretty certain what the result would be but we were all under the impression that anyone over the age of about 17 could whip our arse for any perceived or actual indiscretion with the unspoken consent of our parents. Under 17 only those physically capable of doing it were allowed. When people talk it taking a village this is what I think they mean...when you see a bunch of kids doing shite they ought not be doing you start whipping asses until they run off or fall in line. You would wind up under the jail today but in the 70s and 80s I think everybody understood that any adult or near adult could take their belt off and whip the arse of any child and no one would say boo about it...like I said, I never tested the theory because when word of it got back to my parents no matter who was right or wrong I would have gotten my arse whipped for getting my arse whipped....
Posted on 12/7/23 at 6:45 am to notiger1997
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I’m so glad my kids had better things to do than throw dirt and rocks at each other. LOL
They throw insults on the internet and change their sex now. So much better.
Posted on 12/7/23 at 6:57 am to AwgustaDawg
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We would play tackle football with 2 - 100 kids. A lot of times the ball carrier would be tackled by 30 kids, about half of them were supposed to be on the same team LOL.
There was always that kid wanting to be all-time defense. I did that sometimes.
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