How it used to be

[sjt1975Participant 2536]

Meister wrote:

I’m just glad I’m not young in 2018.

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

Oh, yeah. I seriously wish I was retired, but I’ve got a while to go yet, in the glorious world-of-work (which gets increasingly more crappy/insane).

When I was a young lad, I used to play outside with my male school-friends and go around the place on my bicycle; I was very active as a young boy. But, when I went to Secondary School, I changed to be the opposite way, as computers took over, as my hobby…

[TrapperParticipant 2912]

Twist wrote:

How it used to be…

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

Yes sir! Then life got a little complicated. Before long the t~~~ all started sagging and life became simple again.

[TrapperParticipant 2912]

Meister wrote:

I’m just glad I’m not young in 2018.

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

The war on boys is real. Little girls are told they can be anything. Little boys are told they’re already bad, oppressive, future rapists.

[SuggestiusParticipant 3312]

Ranger One wrote:

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

I bet we would sell the soul for such things! lol
When I was 5 I have been to a kinder sanatorium in Summer. Nurses didn’t spend much time with us so we belonged to ourselves in the play yard. One day we made a war with a neighborhood play yard. Our yards had been separated by a lowland and stood apart from each other at the distance of 20 meters or so. We set up fortifications made of benches. Collected all the stones we could find. Those guys did the same. And so we began. Soon it turned into a real war. Some stone hit my left hand. Damn, it was hurt! lol

Later they started an assault of our fortifications keeping us under the stone fire! Yep, like a real combat! 😀 We were barely finding time for picking up the stones and throw them back at the “enemies” so we used everything we saw.

The madness stopped unexpectedly when our commander got a stone hitting directly in the head. I don’t remember how exactly he was bleeding. But I remember the shoulders of his shirt were covered by blood. Of course, we screamed for nurses immediately. The next day all the boys from both groups spent locked in the building. No outdoor walks at all!

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

[Jan SobieskiParticipant 28791]

If I think how far will have fallen, I’ll just cry.

Love is just alimony waiting to happen. Visit mgtow.com.

[CarnageParticipant 22113]

Not bad.

To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.

[Truthseeker82Participant 6406]

Used to be able to be an actual boy – scratches and all. As a teen you could stick your hand down a girls blouse for a feel of t~~~ with NO worry about #metoo bulls~~~ or t~~~ter and fakebook. In other words you could grow up the way nature intended.

[ForeverDoneParticipant 2928]

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.

Damn. Now I want fresh pie. Thanks.

[the roadParticipant 3125]

I was born near the end of Gen X. I think we, and maybe a few early years of the millennials, were pretty much the last of the good old days.

No computers, smartphones, etc… although we did get a computer when I was about 16 and we always had video games like the Atari 2600 and later Nintendo.

I remember riding my bike all over, making ramps to jump our bikes, attempting to perfect my no hands bike jump and doing a Pete Rose over the handle bars onto the concrete. Playing baseball in our court with the neighborhood kids. I remember kids from other neighborhoods would cruise around looking for other kids to play ball with and sometimes we would link up.

I remember going onto construction sites after the workers went home for the day. We would walk through exploring job sites and try not to hurt ourselves or fall from half finished apartment complexes.

Vinyl records and cassette tapes ruled in the early days, then as a teen I got my first CD player. I used to cut out pictures of hot chicks from the lingerie section of the newspaper and make a collage that I would hide in my room. Then I got my hands on playboy etc.

There was always something new and exciting about life. I was promised that I would have it all as long as I followed the rules and was a good person. Now in mid life, I am grey, my child takes up a lot of my time. My child’s mother is an idiot that has made astonishingly bad choices. I’ve been around long enough to see a massive decline in society and now see what my father has been talking about. I’m able to see the agenda that is being pushed and I know that nothing is going to stop it.

I haven’t completely retreated from society but I don’t care about it in general about it anymore. I’m ready to see it all play out, to watch the world burn.

#MANOUT

[MACHOParticipant]

That was living! Today we’re being turned into Zombies!

You must own a better Crystal ball than I

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