A quick trip back to childhood in 1977

who didn't do that kind of stuff? I did a lot worse when I got older. I'm surprised I lived looking back.

That’s my childhood for sure. There must have been 3/4 ramps going in my neighborhood at any given time.

A couple months ago I put a half a sheet of OSB at the curb. 5 minutes later the kids up the street had made a ramp with it. One of them broke his arm on it though lol. I been seeing the neighborhood kids steal peaches off of my tree on my camera for the last week. Makes me laugh. Good to know kids are still out there being shitheads.

I remember in the 90's in Monroe the city workers along with the police came through neighborhoods dismantling all makeshift bike ramps after a kid broke both legs...

I still have a scar on my jawline from a brick throwing war in the abandoned unbuilt neighborhood next to Tall Timbers apartments on North Ardenwood Circa 1983. I bent over to grab a brick to throw and when I looked back up there was only time to let out a "shite" before I got hit in the side of the face with half a brick. I cried like an 8 year old bitch.

Some kid from the surrounding neighborhood decided to fight me in that same field and picked up a 2x4 to try and hit me. Turns out a 2x4 isn't much of a weapon in the hands of a 10 year old. He missed the first swing and then caught an adolescent arse-whooping.

My best memories are finding porn staches in the dumpster and breaking into empty apartments to ogle the T&A.

I didn't have a ramp like that in the 1970s. We laid a sheet of plywood over a dumped refrigerator lying on its side. Or, some bricks and cinder blocks.

Loved jumping BMX bikes in the day. Great stuff!

We had a dirt jump, kids came from other neighborhoods to fly down the hill and catch air.

One kid named Harry was from across the tracks and we didn’t care for him much, so when he showed up one of my buddies distracted him while I loosened the nuts on his front wheel.

Ole Harry took flight and his front tire flew off, the two forks drove in the ground and Harry busted his arse.

Seems like he chipped his front tooth and ran off squalling for his mother.

True Story

Grew up in one neighborhood with a patch of woods with a pipeline running down it that led to another neighborhood. We had trails running all though the woods with bike ramps and rope swings. We had a park with a merry go round that would spin at what seemed like 2453 RPMs. Good times.

Doing things like that helps kids learn how to deal with stressful situations and to overcome fear. Not to mention the confidence that comes from being the first guy to clear the whole obstacle and stick the landing.