How it used to be

[TrapperParticipant 2912]

I was thinking about back to when I was 10 years old. Wow have things changed.

My average day during the summer would go something like this. My mom would make pancakes for my brother and I. He, being older, would jump on his bike and leave me in the dust. I’d pedal to my friends house and we’d grab our slingshots. Off to chase anything that moved. After not finding much we’d set up boundaries in the woods and hunt each other.

After an hour and several sore bruises from lucky shots we’d sneak onto Mr Greys property and steal a couple apples from his tree. He’d yell out his window if he saw us and we’d run like the wind towards our bikes.

On my bike I had a milk jug with part of the top cut open. If I filled the jug with fresh blackberries my mom would make a pie. Every time. So mid day we’d stop at a wild berry patch and pick until it was full. My friend liked pie too. The problem is you’d pick 3 and eat 2. By the end your hands were a stained purple color. Not to mention the thorns usually got you several times on your arms.

We’d very carefully pedal back to my house. Crashing with all the hard earned berries was something you learned not to do. We’d burst through the front door and deliver the berries. My mom would make us sandwiches, grilled cheese if we were lucky.

By early afternoon our other friends were out and about. My brother mowed a diamond in an abandoned field down the road. One of my fondest memories is the baseball games we’d play until it was to dark to see. The crickets were our alarm that we all needed to start towards our homes.

When I’d get home I was a mess! Bruises from the slingshot, stains from the berries, cuts from the thorns, grass stains from diving for a ball, dirt from playing in the woods… a total mess

I don’t ever remember thinking about politics. It’s just not something a ten year old should even know or care about. My friends were black, white and Hispanic, and it never even crossed my mind how inclusive it was. They were my friends, not a category, not a stat…

Today my parents would probably be jailed. I’d be sent to a shrink for hunting my friend with a slingshot and I’d have some kind of juvenile record for stealing produce. My bike would be seized because I didn’t wear a helmet or have a stupid flashing light on it. My brother would be in trouble for mowing wild animal habitat and the whole group of us would be in trouble for gathering in a gang sized group.

No wonder kids stay in and play video games these days.

[MeisterParticipant 2093]

I’m just glad I’m not young in 2018.

It’s a s~~~show and it’s gonna get way worse.

Monk

[AwakenedParticipant 35206]

I was thinking along these lines the other day.

We Can’t Go Back. We Must Go Forward. For Better or Worse !!

In a World of Justin Beibers Be a Johnny Cash

[narwhalParticipant]

I had a similar childhood. What I find strange is that I can’t even really imagine raising my kid the same way. First, there is no forest or abandoned fields my kids to go off to like I could. Second, there isn’t another kid that would be allowed to go off with them if they could. Third, my kids have plenty to entertain themselves and thus aren’t motivated to really go out and explore. Fourth, like many fathers, I have to consider the possibility of losing custody rights if I let my kids do too much.

Ok. Then do it.

[Branched offParticipant 10978]

Sounds like a great childhood.

I try to achieve something similar with my children I really do but women are very hard to convince that risk is good. I try to explain that if they do not learn to manage small risks like these how will they ever cope with big ones. The answer from females is “They should steer clear of big ones” which is just fine until big risks come to them.

Women see me as a bit unconcerned as to what happens to their precious children. They fail to understand that I am just giving them space to make mistakes in to fall and cut their knees. I am not going to let them drive cars, climb large cliffs, play with explosives or shoot each other (though me and my brothers did most of that too). This is why fathers are needed, to facilitate and distantly watch over adventurous exploring play.

This kind of play is essential to learning. Play is part of learning to be an adult, managing scenarios, coping, problem solving. Play is not video games they are pass times -things to make time pass for people who are too boring to know what to do with themselves (or so I tell my children).

Primary education is gynocentric. This is why primary education is failing our children and failing our boys especially but girls too.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Anonymous 54]

Spent my youth on my bike.
By the River.
Outside till it was time to eat.

Makeing freinds with Turtles and any other Critter that wanted to know me.

Playing with my Dog.

[ScarberianMPTGLParticipant 3286]

It’s true what they say, you never really appreciate what you got ’til it’s gone. I have lots of nostalgic memories from when I was a kid that looking back now I wish I could go back and re-live.

I, Lelouch Vi Britannia, command you, all of you, to Go Your Own Way!!

[Anonymous 18]

Sadder reality still is boys in non-Western countries are growing just like that. Even in 2018. And will be in 2030. And so on.

Civilizations fall. Its just our time.

[Ranger OneParticipant 16836]

Trapper wrote:

Today my parents would probably be jailed. I’d be sent to a shrink for hunting my friend with a slingshot and I’d have some kind of juvenile record for stealing produce. My bike would be seized because I didn’t wear a helmet or have a stupid flashing light on it. My brother would be in trouble for mowing wild animal habitat and the whole group of us would be in trouble for gathering in a gang sized group.

No wonder kids stay in and play video games these days.

It’s because stupid c~~~s in charge are ruining everything. Put me in charge for about one year as an absolute dictator, and I’d do some grade-A disposal of human garbage. I wouldn’t want power for more than a year, and it wouldn’t take more than a year.

All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

[Branched offParticipant 10978]

Anonymous wrote:

Civilizations fall. Its just our time.

Beautifully put.

But it is hard to be one of the sane ones watching the rotten ones ruining it all and knowing you could have cut it in the old days when we were pulling ourselves up not letting ourselves down. It is a hard thing to watch. The rotten ones are the majority. I fear the tipping point is passed. What can we save from the fire?

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Ranger OneParticipant 16836]

Anonymous wrote:

Sadder reality still is boys in non-Western countries are growing just like that. Even in 2018. And will be in 2030. And so on.

Civilizations fall. Its just our time.

To quote a line from Star Wars episode 8, “The Last SJW”, “Its time to let old things die.”

A lot of people inside the Roman Empire were better off after the Roman Empire fell. A lot of useless people are going to die when our Western empires die. The ones that don’t starve to death are going to be killed by other people scrapping for food, or by people who are prepared to defend what they have.

All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

[Ranger OneParticipant 16836]

Branched off wrote:

Numerator wrote:

Civilizations fall. Its just our time.

Beautifully put.

But it is hard to be one of the sane ones watching the rotten ones ruining it all and knowing you could have cut it in the old days when we were pulling ourselves up not letting ourselves down. It is a hard thing to watch. The rotten ones are the majority. I fear the tipping point is passed. What can we save from the fire?

We can save the sword and the rock to sharpen it on from the fire.

Because a sharp sword is better at cleaving rotten apples .

All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

[SuggestiusParticipant 3312]

Thankfully I had a childhood (nothing to regret about) and I’m glad it’s finished in my twelve 😀
Modern childhood seriously limits kids mind and kill their imagination.
Gosh, I remember when we were kids we played a war. You’re aiming a toy gun at an enemy, voicing the sound of a shot and yell “You are killed!”. And that bastard begins to yell back:”Noo you didn’t hit me!” And that’s how hard debates started.
Now it’s all simple! No need even improve your communicative skills, no need to learn to prove your rightness.

Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten ("Roadside picnic", Arkady and Boris Strugatsky)

[Secret Agent MGTOWParticipant 22548]

Trapper wrote:

I was thinking about back to when I was 10 years old. Wow have things changed.

My average day during the summer would go something like this. My mom would make pancakes for my brother and I. He, being older, would jump on his bike and leave me in the dust. I’d pedal to my friends house and we’d grab our slingshots. Off to chase anything that moved. After not finding much we’d set up boundaries in the woods and hunt each other.

After an hour and several sore bruises from lucky shots we’d sneak onto Mr Greys property and steal a couple apples from his tree. He’d yell out his window if he saw us and we’d run like the wind towards our bikes.

On my bike I had a milk jug with part of the top cut open. If I filled the jug with fresh blackberries my mom would make a pie. Every time. So mid day we’d stop at a wild berry patch and pick until it was full. My friend liked pie too. The problem is you’d pick 3 and eat 2. By the end your hands were a stained purple color. Not to mention the thorns usually got you several times on your arms.

We’d very carefully pedal back to my house. Crashing with all the hard earned berries was something you learned not to do. We’d burst through the front door and deliver the berries. My mom would make us sandwiches, grilled cheese if we were lucky.

By early afternoon our other friends were out and about. My brother mowed a diamond in an abandoned field down the road. One of my fondest memories is the baseball games we’d play until it was to dark to see. The crickets were our alarm that we all needed to start towards our homes.

When I’d get home I was a mess! Bruises from the slingshot, stains from the berries, cuts from the thorns, grass stains from diving for a ball, dirt from playing in the woods… a total mess

I don’t ever remember thinking about politics. It’s just not something a ten year old should even know or care about. My friends were black, white and Hispanic, and it never even crossed my mind how inclusive it was. They were my friends, not a category, not a stat…

Today my parents would probably be jailed. I’d be sent to a shrink for hunting my friend with a slingshot and I’d have some kind of juvenile record for stealing produce. My bike would be seized because I didn’t wear a helmet or have a stupid flashing light on it. My brother would be in trouble for mowing wild animal habitat and the whole group of us would be in trouble for gathering in a gang sized group.

No wonder kids stay in and play video games these days.

They want everyone inside because its easier to come get you if you are already in your cell.

Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.

[OgreParticipant 5863]

I made bows and arrows. Had an aerosol can blow up in my hand while using a lighter to “hit them with napalm”. I got poison ivy reaching the best strawberries ever, and I hit my best friend in the sternum with a ball from a well struck 5 iron.

I learned that the bucket filler at the driving range accepted a chit or one firm smack. I called my mom from a pay phone (one quarter) 12 miles away from home to ask if she wanted donuts or cider from the cider mill three towns away. I nearly broke my back during the filming of a kung fu movie on 8mm film.

My friends and I would stand 12 to 15 feet away from each other and swing weeping willow branches like Indiana Jones. I nursed many bloody whip marks over those years. My friends had a stash of Playboy and Hustler hidden in a fort in the woods.

Childhood today is a sanitized and digitized bastardization of growing up. I tried the best I could, but if I raised my kids the way I grew up I would have been taken to jail, and they would have been taken by CPS.

I failed to realize in my youth that I was the prize. I was going to work. I was going to earn. Little did I realize that due to feminism, that no longer meant I had to share. Road soon, Desert after.

[TwistParticipant]

How it used to be…

I notice this is all prior to the girls growing t~~~.

[Freeman_KParticipant 3524]

I had similar childhood, great stuff and i pity kids nowadays, glued to their smart phones, being “social online” and living in PC shallow, vapid culture.

FFS, kid has to go out, pick some apples from the ground in mid august, throw them into the chimney of the old neighbor lady, run away on his bike, fall so he is bleeding like crazy and then hide from old lady in the garden when she and his old man come looking for him.

The choices we make, not the chances we take, determine our destiny

[Ranger OneParticipant 16836]

narwhal wrote:

I had a similar childhood. What I find strange is that I can’t even really imagine raising my kid the same way. First, there is no forest or abandoned fields my kids to go off to like I could. Second, there isn’t another kid that would be allowed to go off with them if they could. Third, my kids have plenty to entertain themselves and thus aren’t motivated to really go out and explore. Fourth, like many fathers, I have to consider the possibility of losing custody rights if I let my kids do too much.

This is what you get when women and government have too much power over everyday life: a colorless, sanitized, characterless so-called life micromanaged by women, the state and “the village”.

F~~~ them all. May they die horribly and rot in hell. Amen.

All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

[HermitParticipant]

Trapper, thanks for the nostalgia. I have many similar stories, but I’ll only share a little.

I remember going fishing a lot and many times I’d take a small cage along and while walking to the pond, barefoot of course, I’d catch grasshoppers in the weeds and collect them in the cage. Pretty easy bait to use for the fish.

I had this little Shetland pony that I used to actually saddle up and play cowboy. Got tired of using the saddle and just rode bareback mostly……then of course playing indian.

Rode my bicycle all over creation…..ran wild through the woods….. I could run down a gravel road barefoot and not even hurt my feet. I can barely walk barefoot in the damn grass these days.

The world seemed brighter back then in those days. The smells were different. Yep, the good ol’ days. Had no idea how good I had it. I often daydream of going back in time to talk to myself when I was a kid………….

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Ranger OneParticipant 16836]

Suggestius wrote:

Thankfully I had a childhood (nothing to regret about) and I’m glad it’s finished in my twelve
Modern childhood seriously limits kids mind and kill their imagination.
Gosh, I remember when we were kids we played a war. You’re aiming a toy gun at an enemy, voicing the sound of a shot and yell “You are killed!”. And that bastard begins to yell back:”Noo you didn’t hit me!” And that’s how hard debates started.
Now it’s all simple! No need even improve your communicative skills, no need to learn to prove your rightness.

Too bad you didn’t use paintball guns, or airsoft you could tell from the welts, LOL.

All my life I've had doubts about who I am, where I belonged. Now I'm like the arrow that springs from the bow. No hesitation, no doubts. The path is clear. And what are you? Alive. Everything else is negotiable. Women have rights; men have responsibilities; MGTOW have freedom. Marriage is for chumps. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart-R'as al Ghul.

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