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That kid would have been called a faggot for wearing a helmet in the '80s.

[–] • 7 pts

I never wore a helmet because it would be zero protection from the ass whooping i would receive for wearing the helmet. I just took my wipe outs and concussions like a boss.

[–] • 5 pts

In my time helmets weren't invented yet...

[–] • 6 pts

Relevant Jeff Allen bit (youtube.com).

[–] • 3 pts

That guy's fucking funny! Thanks for introducing me to that.

[–] • 2 pts

FFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK

This makes me so angry. That's the world I yearn for. I need to go back, I cant stand this shit.

[–] • 5 pts

Do kids even get hurt anymore? They probably get carpal tunnel syndrome from video game playing. Maybe they slip and fall running to get ice cream from the fridge.

[–] • 5 pts

The playgrounds are all plastic and lame now. In the 80's I remember the searing hot metal and the splinters from the wood.

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The playgrounds I grew up with were deathtraps for the stupid. Which might be why there were less stupid people back then.

[–] • 1 pt

Yeah I remember. The playgrounds were way cooler. Playgrounds today look like something out of Barney.

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Running? Metaphorically, right?

[–] • 0 pt

Oh yeah, missed that one. Correct.

[–] • 0 pt

They don't run to the fridge. Mom delivers.

[–] • 0 pt

Okay, I guess when they try to get up to go the restroom from eating pizza and chicken nuggets that's when they hurt themselves.

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[–] • 2 pts

Playing streethockey, as goalie, wearing only a single-bar football helmet and a life-preserver, and real pucks.

Good times.

[–] • 0 pt

Your fault for putting your face into the flying puck!

[–] • 1 pt

Fuck that. We didn't wear helmets in the 70s

[–] • 1 pt

Obviously the 80s, because in the 70s we didn't have helmets. And we played lawn darts!

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Grampa had a corn crib to store corn in. The jews, oops, I mean, rats would get in there and eat all the corn. He paid me 25 cents for every rat I shot with his old 22. I spent all morning laying on my belly next to the crib, looking underneath it, watching for the rats. When one would go up into the crib, BLAM, I would shoot it. Then reach under the crib and drag the nasty rat out. Around noon I got hungry. Went to the house and ate lunch. Came back to the crib and jerked the door open to see how many rats I could see. NONE! Then I saw why! A huge copperhead was inside the crib hunting rats! I shot the damn snake and dragged it out and put it next to my pile of rats. Then it hit me! I had been reaching under that crib all morning getting dead rats while a copperhead was just above my arm! Pops gave me $5.75 for my rats and snake. But he never let me do that again. I don't know why! I was 9 or 10, can't remember which.

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Heck, even as a 90s kid. We rode bikes, roller blades, skateboarded. Good times.

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I remember horrific injuries - all recoverable. 4" splinters in the hands, seeing broken bones, bottle rocket burns, sand in eyes, road rash the size of a frying pan, infections drained by a MD.

We all lived.

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it was f'in GLORIOUS!

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