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Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:44 am to Buck_Rogers
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Homemade slingshots and bow and arrows were some other weapons of choice.
We had a “war” with the new kids who moved into the rundown house at the back of the cow pasture behind our house. Knowing now what I didn’t know then (about them boys and about myself), I’m somewhat lucky to be alive.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:46 am to Swamp Angel
We also used to get into fights regularly. At least a couple of times a week at school someone was throwing hands. In elementary school. We had a store about 2 miles from my house and the old man who ran it had boxing gloves and encouraged us to beat the shite out of one another by giving the winner a coke LOL. When kids get in a fight today its the end of the world, the police are liable to get called and for sure the parents will....we got a coke if we won LOL.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:47 am to Elblancodiablo
They were what every kid wore during the summer in the 90s.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:47 am to Lsupimp
My great grandmother had these huge oak trees that produced the biggest acorns I’ve ever seen to this day. So on family fish fries, cookouts, holidays the kids would have acorn fights and be bruised for days after. I honestly think we were all good at sports because we started that so early in life lol.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:48 am to Lsupimp
My brother and I got our arse whooped by dad one time for pelting our sister with dirt clods during a big dirt clod war at our neighbor's house. One hit her in the eye. Nothing serious, but made her face/eye red for a few days.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:49 am to terriblegreen
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Ours always ended with "Don't tell your mom.... It's not that bad!"
Had you told your mom the damage she did, and then the damage your dad did when he got home and she told him about your wayward ways, would have been far worse than anything another kid or 10 could inflict upon you. We learned right quick not to run to mama...she wasn't having none of that BS.
My older sister and an uncle our age dumped a bucket of roofing tar on me when I was about 5 and our grandmother wore my arse out for letting them. Never mind they were 4-5 years older than me.....
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:49 am to Lsupimp
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In the Old Days We had Dirt Clod Wars.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:49 am to Red Boarman
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Y'all not have rocks down there? Not even gravel?
we used marsh mud
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:49 am to BhamBlazeDog
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We used to play tackle football where both goal lines were literal concrete sidewalks, one of the sidelines was the street, and the other was the landscape shrubs up against one of the houses. It's a wonder no one was impaled by one of the shrubs, or knocked out cold on the concrete. There were plenty of skinned up knees and elbows though.
One place we played was a backyard where the house was one sideline, the goal line was about 3 feet in front of the carport, and there were several "hazards" on the "field." Pass patterns were "throw it into the gardenia bush and I'll dive into it," or "run T into the AC unit and cut left" or "run T into the rose bush and cut right."
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:49 am to Lsupimp
We’d also pull the wild onions out of the ground if my grandad didn’t cut grass for a week or two and fight with those.
Damn yall got me reminiscing and missing my grandparents.
Damn yall got me reminiscing and missing my grandparents.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:50 am to Lsupimp
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In the Old Days We had Dirt Clod Wars.
We used garbage can lids as shields and sometimes the dirt clods had rocks in them. And then there were the BB gun wars. Could only pump up to 5 though and if one of your friends was rich enough to have a Benjamin, then he couldn't pump above 2 or 3.
This post was edited on 12/6/23 at 10:55 am
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:51 am to Lsupimp
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If you know this childhood , you know.
Yep. Good times
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:51 am to Lsupimp
We lived on a street at the edge of town. Directly behind my house we had 3 baseball fields with dirt piles next to every field. At the end of the street was a couple thousand acres of soybean fields that butted up to the Mississippi river. Behind the houses across the street was a cow pasture. We literally were never indoors during the day. We would play capture the flag or tennis ball until midnight. Make club houses in the woods along the fields. It was a pretty bad arse place to grow up.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:52 am to sidewalkside
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Half of us would be in the Tree House and the other half would be behind various objects/shields and we would throw sticks at each other and we called it "stick wars" and it was glorious
Sticks, rocks, dirt clods, dog shite...we would throw anything at one another and have a blast doing it.
Imagine driving through a row house development today, one with an HOA, you know, the living hell that most kids grow up in in 2023, and seeing 20 kids pegging one another with sticks. Parents would have to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance they would be so put out by the though of their angel doing such a thing or having it done to them. The police would almost certainly be called and chances are good some kids would be arrested...for playing.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:52 am to Bronson2017
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Damn yall got me reminiscing
I'm sitting here grinning like a cat picturing a bunch of 35 year old dads in my neighborhood chucking dirt clods and rocks at each other. I would love to do that again.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:53 am to Lsupimp
Dirt clods, pine cones, sweet gum balls, and cow or horseshite. Whatever was handy.
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:54 am to IAmNERD
British Bulldog and Smear the Queer
Posted on 12/6/23 at 10:57 am to SpotCheckBilly
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One place we played was a backyard where the house was one sideline, the goal line was about 3 feet in front of the carport, and there were several "hazards" on the "field." Pass patterns were "throw it into the gardenia bush and I'll dive into it," or "run T into the AC unit and cut left" or "run T into the rose bush and cut right."
We regularly played football in a kids yard that had a malfunctioning septic system LOL. We would be covered from head to toe in shitty smelling mud and when we got home as long as we washed that crap off before coming in the house no one said a word. How we did not get pink eye or worse is beyond me. That shitty mess also made for one hell of a go-cart track LOL....
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