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Relive the Past in Jaw-Dropping Detail!
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slightly (or absolutely) unrelated story, but I remember we built cross tracks in the forest for ourselves and our crappy bikes (I'm talking early-mid 80s on the other side of the Iron Courtain; the best bike I had was a rusty Csepel BMX, then my father's Sputnik race bike). once we decided fuck it why don't we do the same in our own street (a mud/gravel street at that time), and took shovels and stuff and destroyed the street. when the first adult residents got home, they were very pissed for some reason and commandeered us to restore the street. I remember the feeling of betrayal / injustice to this day! :-D
Ah yes, back in the good ol’ days when natural selection was still a thing
You say that but remarkably few of us died and in retrospect I wonder how.
With the emphasis on ‘few’
As we say here: "A bisserl schwund is imma." Translation: "There is always a little bit of loss."
It still is! It's just now those kids also film themselves doing it on YouTube.
ah, the British Space Program of the eighties!...
No wonder they didn't get to the moon, using mattresses instead of trampolines.
Well shit, 80s kid here and we kinda did this. We had a pile of old mattresses and cushions. The mattresses were the super cheap and crappy kind with no springs so were actually really good for landing on. The ground floor of our house was maybe 6ft higher than the back garden and we had a kinda small raised patio at the back door with steps down into the garden. We piled up the mattresses on the lawn, beyond the flower bed. And threw ourselves off the wall at the edge of the patio down onto the mattresses. Lots of fun.
My siblings and I used those same mattresses to slide down our stairs, crashing into them at the bottom. That was fun too.
I also remember finding these long smooth metal sheets somewhere and using them to make a slide down our garden steps. Then using a sledge sliding down it and crashing into the mattresses.
I miss those days.
Did you ever jump apparently 5+ stories up, trying to hit a 3ft/1m-wide target?
Oh all the time. Sometimes while riding a tiger. It was the style at the time.
That would be a hard pass for me.
And then after playing head inside and watch ma’s Corrie and make her a proper cuppa I remember these days I do