I feel there has been some noticing as of late. That there is a reversal happening but it probably won’t return to the mean. Something is better than nothing.
I remember noticing the year by year changes in how many kids I saw oit,riding bicycles and playing football in a neighbors yard. It was sad to see. And they outlawed frikken dodgeball. FFS,, the line that got me? And they Still get lost? Some poignant observations in that short clip.
Duude! That musta Fuggin Hurt.! We played the gym. Dodgeball was only on crappy weather days and girls were never in the game. They had their own gym. That's where we went to play volleyball. I liked that, too. I'll bet that girl did a fair amount of whining. Reasonable enough, damn.. Anyway, we used the basketball lines and we couldn't go in past 1/2 court. The gym doors were so hard to open i had to have a coupla steps ,gettin my flyweight ass goin just to open them. I weighed 73 pounds at 13. Scrawny MoFo. This big kid could open a door from1/2 court with a dodgeball. He wasn't exactly nice. I was out. Walking off,headed for the stands. I was on the line, about three feet from the back wall. Ray Nailed me in the side of the head. I felt the ball spread, covering the side of my head. It dragged me sideways and slammed my head against the wall. I wanted to collapse, but I refused to give that mutherfukker the pleasure. I kept my feet. Not sure exactly what he did when he was in his late twenties, but someone killt that MurFuggin asshole. I didn't mourn.
In Boy Scouts in the late 70's I broke a kid's thumb while playing capture the flag. He tried to stiff-arm me and I dodged, catching his thumb on my arm. No one got sued. No one screamed racism (the kid was black and I wasn't). No one banned capture the flag. I'm Gen. Jones (64 model) and I remember having a pretty normal childhood, except for having to dodge roaming gangs of little thugs on their BMX bikes.
Very aptly put and depressingly true...
ReplyDeleteThey Screwed up at 1:07. There was no such thing as a bicycle helmet on a kid in the 1970's.
ReplyDeleteThat is supposed to be the early 90s.
DeleteTrue. And sad. So very sad for the human race.
ReplyDeleteI feel there has been some noticing as of late. That there is a reversal happening but it probably won’t return to the mean. Something is better than nothing.
ReplyDeleteRight.
ReplyDeleteRight, yeah. Sad. Like everyone already said.
Now do the 1890s.
Boomers and maybe genxers are the last to know what it was like before technology ruined childhood.
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ReplyDeleteI remember noticing the year by year changes in how many kids I saw oit,riding bicycles and playing football in a neighbors yard. It was sad to see. And they outlawed frikken dodgeball. FFS,, the line that got me?
ReplyDeleteAnd they Still get lost?
Some poignant observations in that short clip.
Deletelost my two front teeth playing Dodge ball. Left one of 'em in the girls forehead I ran into. 1967.
Duude! That musta Fuggin Hurt.! We played the gym. Dodgeball was only on crappy weather days and girls were never in the game. They had their own gym. That's where we went to play volleyball. I liked that, too. I'll bet that girl did a fair amount of whining. Reasonable enough, damn..
DeleteAnyway, we used the basketball lines and we couldn't go in past 1/2 court. The gym doors were so hard to open i had to have a coupla steps ,gettin my flyweight ass goin just to open them. I weighed 73 pounds at 13. Scrawny MoFo. This big kid could open a door from1/2 court with a dodgeball. He wasn't exactly nice. I was out. Walking off,headed for the stands. I was on the line, about three feet from the back wall. Ray Nailed me in the side of the head. I felt the ball spread, covering the side of my head. It dragged me sideways and slammed my head against the wall. I wanted to collapse, but I refused to give that mutherfukker the pleasure. I kept my feet. Not sure exactly what he did when he was in his late twenties, but someone killt that MurFuggin asshole. I didn't mourn.
In Boy Scouts in the late 70's I broke a kid's thumb while playing capture the flag. He tried to stiff-arm me and I dodged, catching his thumb on my arm. No one got sued. No one screamed racism (the kid was black and I wasn't). No one banned capture the flag. I'm Gen. Jones (64 model) and I remember having a pretty normal childhood, except for having to dodge roaming gangs of little thugs on their BMX bikes.
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