Scooby Doo and Commander Tom on Channel 7(?) in Buffalo on TV on Saturday morning. TV got shut off when Bill on the Hill shorts and Hercules came on, or the rabbit-ears signal faded out.
Being smuggled into the 5 drive-in in the trunk by mom and dad.
Farrah Fawcett posters. Pre-teen wankage, right there.
Hating on your sister for her lame Shawn Cassidy/Bay City Rollers posters.
No one got driven to school by over-protective parents - if you did, you were short-bus 'special'.
Real murderball during recess.
Dressing up in grubbies and/or mismatching camo's and running around the local ravine with BB/Pellet guns. It's all fun and games until someone got repeatedly shot in the arse by some psycho sniping from the trees. Airsoft/paint guns weren't invented/available yet. This was real war, dude.
Being the cool kid on the block with our set of pre-school plywood bunk beds turned into a gravity soap-box racer by dad that looked like a Ford Model-T, for my sis and me. We lived on a street with a very steep hill at the end. That fun lasted until the racer gravitated towards the only damn tree at the bottom of the hill, and center punched it at speed.
Actually knowing who all the neighbors were, on the street.
Being shipped off to YMCA summer camps up north in Muskoka for as long as the parents could afford to banish us for their summer off. Skinny dipping, smores, canoe trips, huge camp fires with the occasional flammable substance tossed in. Making fun of the camp cook with a 'stash - you behaved or did dish duty under her wrath. Introduced to Neil Young, Cat Stevenson and other cool acoustic guitar tunes, at that age. The best of times.
Bicycling anywhere from the Hamilton border to the Toronto border in farmland, basically around highway 5 - without interruption.
Going to the CNE with the Grandparents, back when it was actually good.
As someone else mentioned back when it first opened, Canada's Wonderland out in the middle of the boonies.
Lego, Mechano, and other 'creative' toys.
Being smuggled into the 5 drive-in in the trunk by mom and dad.
Farrah Fawcett posters. Pre-teen wankage, right there.
Hating on your sister for her lame Shawn Cassidy/Bay City Rollers posters.
No one got driven to school by over-protective parents - if you did, you were short-bus 'special'.
Real murderball during recess.
Dressing up in grubbies and/or mismatching camo's and running around the local ravine with BB/Pellet guns. It's all fun and games until someone got repeatedly shot in the arse by some psycho sniping from the trees. Airsoft/paint guns weren't invented/available yet. This was real war, dude.
Being the cool kid on the block with our set of pre-school plywood bunk beds turned into a gravity soap-box racer by dad that looked like a Ford Model-T, for my sis and me. We lived on a street with a very steep hill at the end. That fun lasted until the racer gravitated towards the only damn tree at the bottom of the hill, and center punched it at speed.
Actually knowing who all the neighbors were, on the street.
Being shipped off to YMCA summer camps up north in Muskoka for as long as the parents could afford to banish us for their summer off. Skinny dipping, smores, canoe trips, huge camp fires with the occasional flammable substance tossed in. Making fun of the camp cook with a 'stash - you behaved or did dish duty under her wrath. Introduced to Neil Young, Cat Stevenson and other cool acoustic guitar tunes, at that age. The best of times.
Bicycling anywhere from the Hamilton border to the Toronto border in farmland, basically around highway 5 - without interruption.
Going to the CNE with the Grandparents, back when it was actually good.
As someone else mentioned back when it first opened, Canada's Wonderland out in the middle of the boonies.
Lego, Mechano, and other 'creative' toys.
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