My husband has a crooked fingertip from that game or one just like it.
We used to go to roller skating nights like once a month for our school (maybe it was less, it seemed like once a month) and we would all drink 'suicides', which was mixing every flavor of soda together at once.
My husband has a crooked fingertip from that game or one just like it.
We used to go to roller skating nights like once a month for our school (maybe it was less, it seemed like once a month) and we would all drink 'suicides', which was mixing every flavor of soda together at once.
I have so many.... My HS Spanish teacher took us out to eat at Mexican rest. several times for field trips and he would always order Margaritas. My history teacher always had whiskey in his big metal thermos - straight up, didn't try and hide it. He was finally fired when my brother was in HS 15 years later.
My worst teacher ever was Mrs. Hooker - I got unlucky and had her for 1st and 2nd, she would tape out mouths with duct tape and the skin would be gone for days, she would also hit our knuckles with a wooden ruler.
I lived in Detroit, and would walk home from school, I was never scared but looking back now it was not a safe thing at all.
The 70 and 80's were full of "what in the heck were we thinking".
I grew up in Detroit,too. We had to cross mcNichols to get to school. The safety's were maybe in 8th grade.no adults. And no adults walked with us, even when I was in kindergarten.
I went to Neinas, where did you go? I’m probably a lot older than you though.
I was born in 1977 and I had a carseat like this. My brother was born 1985 and he used the same carseat, omfg. But sometimes, my mom and dad would let me hold him "REALLY TIGHT" on the ride home instead.
farmvillelover, we had that car seat for me, sometime between 1980 and 1982. I have memories of it sitting stored in our garage until my brother came along. He used it sometime between 1987 and 1989.
I had helicopter parents in the 1980s. I remember all of this stuff but was allowed none of it. They would've fit right into today's overprotective world.
Classroom lice checks. Sheer panic when the nurse spent more time over you and everyone else would look at you. Then the tap on the shoulder to leave with her. Happened to me in 6th grade!!!
Classroom lice checks. Sheer panic when the nurse spent more time over you and everyone else would look at you. Then the tap on the shoulder to leave with her. Happened to me in 6th grade!!!
Our nurse would never admit she was looking for lice. We would yell out "SHE'S LOOKING FOR LICE!!!!" when she'd come in to the rooms with her little Popsicle sticks. And the nurse would say "no, just checking heads for bumps and bruises." We all knew she was full of shit.
I remember going in my teacher's car to a fast food restaurant with some other kids after earning the highest level on the behavior chart. There may have been a permission slip or not.
All the processed food. I don't think kids today could eat bologna sandwiches everyday!
I watched a lot of Brady Bunch reruns as a kid in the 80s and 90s. I recently DVRed some episodes and showed them to my kids - they were mesmerized. That show would be laughed off the air today.
Post by lightbulbsun on Oct 20, 2017 9:04:19 GMT -5
I'm technically a millennial, but I was also a latch-key kid. My younger bro and I would walk to/from school and be alone until my mom got home from work (about an hour) when we were 9/6. I started babysitting neighbor kids when I was 12 (although all potty trained).
I also remember going to my dad's office in the 90s and passing by the smoking room, which was basically just a room with plastic flaps on one side. We also had a smoking break room in the grocery store I worked at in the early 2000s.
I grew up on a farm, so most of mine involve inappropriate use of machinery. My brother drove a tractor with PTO equpiment hooked up by the time he was 9 or 10. We got a four-wheeler when I was in second grade, and I was allowed to drive it down the lane and on the field roads, but not in the hills in the pasture, lol. I helped shovel corn into the feed grinder, and we were definitely mowing grass with both the rider and push mowers by third or fourth grade. They did make us wait until we were taller to use the weedwacker
Also a farm kid, and we did all of this. Honestly, though, my parents still have the farm, and I let my kids do a lot of this stuff at similar ages, so I maybe I should just back slowly out of this thread.
Post by brandy0331 on Oct 20, 2017 12:46:05 GMT -5
At around 5 or 6 years old, I went on a 10 hour road trip to visit relatives in Tennessee in the back of my mom's corvette. No seat or seatbelt.
I drank from the garden house regularly. I rode my bike about 3 miles down the road to a little country store when I was I elementary school, probably in 3rd grade.
I still blame my mom for my love of processed junk that I struggle to stay away from now. Lol. Kraft mac & cheese was a staple for me growing up. I was also welcome to drink soda from sun up until sun down.
I learned what rape was from watching Dynasty with my mom. I was also allowed to watch Eddie Murphy's Delirious movie in elementary school, because "oh, she doesn't know what those words mean anyhow".
I also remember singing some song in elementary that went "My name is Ricardo, I am a Retardo, I live on 40th Street, I sit on the steeple and spit at people" and I don't remember the rest. I would be pissed to hear DS sing that.
We were another family that was late to the wisdom of seatbelts (I'm regularly WTFing my parents on this). I can recall when we brought my sister home from the hospital that my mom just held her and that my siblings and I were perched on the edge of the front seat to watch her. I can also recall going on a field trip to a dairy farm in 1st or 2nd grade, went to a small school so parent volunteers drove us in personal cars and I didn't know how to use the seatbelt and my friend had to do it for me.
That was also the field trip that a huge cow took a dump and it splashed on a kid in the class - it's strange that I remember that almost 40 years later LOL.
I got a tattoo at 15. The tattoo artist just called my Mom for permission. My Mom was like sure, she's a good kid, whatever.
I learned a few months ago on ML that this is totally normal now (parents allowing minor children to get tattoos) and that many of ML's kids' friends have multiple tattoos.
I got a tattoo at 15. The tattoo artist just called my Mom for permission. My Mom was like sure, she's a good kid, whatever.
I learned a few months ago on ML that this is totally normal now (parents allowing minor children to get tattoos) and that many of ML's kids' friends have multiple tattoos.
I'm perfectly fine with it at around 15+. I'm not fine with telephone permission!
I learned a few months ago on ML that this is totally normal now (parents allowing minor children to get tattoos) and that many of ML's kids' friends have multiple tattoos.
I am so far from ok with this. I don't care if others let their kid do it. In fact, I don't even judge it. But it will be a cold day in hell before I give my kid permission.
A cousin took her 16yo for a tattoo over the summer because "he's a good kid and doesn't give me any trouble." Oh. Okay then.
She's much more concerned with being a cool mom than being a strong parent so I'm not surprised.
Post by jillboston on Oct 20, 2017 15:03:25 GMT -5
6th grade teacher (Mr. Baker) calling most of the boys knuckleheads - actually it was worse but I can't remember , tossing our milk cartons from the front of the room to us, throwing erasers at kids (usually the boys) and having a pretty obvious affair with the other 6th grade teacher (Miss Warner)
Town cleanup day in the spring - the highway dept would load the kids in the back of the dump trucks and drive us around to pick up litter off the side of the road (hopping on and off the backs of the trucks). We'd go back to the town barn and jump off the *giant* sand pile and ate hot dogs
Drinking age was 18 then (at least for about 10 years from the early 70's to about 1984) - the chaperones on the senior trip (the principal and his wife) loaded up their bathtub in the hotel with booze and beer for the kids to drink (my sister's class in 1980 - we got in trouble for bringing booze on our senior trip - different principal :womp womp:
on Field Day our last game was for the 6th grade class to do tug of war over a farm creek (read - lots of cow manure and whatnot in there) with the losers falling in
Post by nicechicken on Oct 20, 2017 16:03:24 GMT -5
My cousin threw an after prom party. My aunt and uncle had a keg set up in the tub and parents called to confirm that 1.) they were going to be chaperoning the party and 2.) did they need anything? Everyone slept over. My aunt was a principal.
I spent hours doing stupid shit. I would be gone from 8 am-10 pm. My friends and I would hang out and swim in the river for hours. We would bike/walk all over town. Drive up and down "the strip" constantly. Now the cops put an end to that. You used to be able to sign yourself out of school once you turned 18, they put a stop to that as well.
I learned a few months ago on ML that this is totally normal now (parents allowing minor children to get tattoos) and that many of ML's kids' friends have multiple tattoos.
I'm perfectly fine with it at around 15+. I'm not fine with telephone permission!
As someone whose mother let them get their first tattoo at 16, I'm not cool with it for my own son. I was pretty immature though, so to each their own.
There was always a store that would sell beer to kids and the liquor store by my house would usually sell liquor. Also - adults would buy liquor for teenagers. I cannot fathom why anyone would ever do this. I remember wanting champagne for my boyfriend's 16th birthday and the lady who bought it for me just made sure I wasn't going to be driving. LOL
Yep. Shoulder tapping was a thing! For my 16th birthday, my parents rented a limo for me and a few of my friends and boyfriends. The driver gave a strict talk in front of my mom about 'no drinking' allowed. When we ran out, he bought more for us. Lol.
Post by cherryvalance on Oct 20, 2017 17:10:11 GMT -5
I was one of those kids who was out of the house for every daylight hour. We roamed the woods, in a town with a big black bear population. We had a ton of fun and though I can't imagine allowing DS to do it, the freedom was awesome.
Speaking of which, we had bear drills when we were outside for recess, just in case a bear wandered by.
My mom HATES our car seats for DS and SWEARS the one she had for me was so much easier and safer. Easier, I'll give her, because it probably had, like, one belt.
I was one of those kids who was out of the house for every daylight hour. We roamed the woods, in a town with a big black bear population. We had a ton of fun and though I can't imagine allowing DS to do it, the freedom was awesome.
Speaking of which, we had bear drills when we were outside for recess, just in case a bear wandered by.
My mom HATES our car seats for DS and SWEARS the one she had for me was so much easier and safer. Easier, I'll give her, because it probably had, like, one belt.
Were you in Alaska?
Tangent: I remember my car seat. I was born in 1972. It didn't even HAVE a lap bar, it was just a bigger version of an infant seat.
I remember going in my teacher's car to a fast food restaurant with some other kids after earning the highest level on the behavior chart. There may have been a permission slip or not.
Me, too! She took us to Burger King, but it was a Jewish school and we weren't allowed to have unkosher food, so we had to get salad pockets while seeing and smelling all the other customers' burgers and fries. It was a rather disappointing reward.
I was one of those kids who was out of the house for every daylight hour. We roamed the woods, in a town with a big black bear population. We had a ton of fun and though I can't imagine allowing DS to do it, the freedom was awesome.
Speaking of which, we had bear drills when we were outside for recess, just in case a bear wandered by.
My mom HATES our car seats for DS and SWEARS the one she had for me was so much easier and safer. Easier, I'll give her, because it probably had, like, one belt.
Were you in Alaska?
Tangent: I remember my car seat. I was born in 1972. It didn't even HAVE a lap bar, it was just a bigger version of an infant seat.