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Originally Posted by Bob Kontak
We used to practice jumping over chain link fences with the prongs up so we could haul ass faster if the need arose.
The extended hood was our playground. Plenty of (literal) pain but we owned the world.
Moms had not a clue where we were and did not give it a second thought until dinner time.
Since having kids, I became part of the current problem. Must have been the razor blades in the Halloween apples that started this.
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THIS! My folks are mortified at the schit we did when we were younger when the wine starts flowing at Thanksgiving!
I too am guilty of making sure my son would wear his helmet skateboarding...all the while showing him pix of the old man grinding coping in an empty pool in a bathing suit and Stan Smith tennis shoes. We made it to the other side...but I don't think Bryce has broken a bone yet(I'm no Johnco...but I'd broken 8-10 bones by his age). He say's he has a helmet for the terrain parks for snowboarding...but every pic I see, he's got a beanie on. I tell him don't F up...cuz I don't want to spend my golden years changing his colostomy bag from a wipeout.