You must have went to school at Rock Creek or maybe Earlsboro?
I went to Moss - Class or '86!
GO PIRATES!!!
The Last Rebels: 25 Things We Did As Kids That Would Get Someone Arrested Today
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You must have went to school at Rock Creek or maybe Earlsboro?
I went to Moss - Class or '86!
GO PIRATES!!!
We lived at the end of the bus route on a farm. About seventh grade I got to sit at the back of the bus after the last of my older sisters graduated. We had some rugged girls, for sure! By the time I was high school age I could have passed the AP Biology exam.
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Remember the plastic gun racks that you'd put in you pickup window to hang your guns??!!
All my buddies (and myself) had them in their trucks ......guns hanging in the school parking lot from early morning hunts or after school hunting.
I remember my Jr. year in HS, the first day when all the students had to meet in the gymnasium for assembly and hear the Principal's new school year agenda. One of the things he said for us hunters to do....
"Take your guns off the visible gun racks". "You can keep your guns in your cars and trucks, just put them under the seat or in the trunk of your car".
I lived waaaaay out in the countryside. It was nothing for me to leave the house( 7-8 years old) with 3 bluetick hounds, a miners helmet light, and a single shot .22 at 10:00 or 11:00,on a Friday at night to go hunting for miles by myself.......when I got a little older ( 9-10 years old) I graduated to a pump .410 shotgun. I'd roam the countryside with my ol' Blueticks, my .410, and a backpack of water and snacks.....leave Friday night....come home Sunday afternoon. Same with fishing.
MIDDLE SCHOOL 6-8
As for the paddle.....getting swats or licks is what we called getting paddled.
My middle school Principal.....let kids sign the "board of education" every time they got licks.....on one side of the board. The other side of the board was reserved for me....it had my last name in red magic marker on one side of the board.
Every time I got licks..(usually once...sometimes twice a day)...my Principal would swing that paddle...but just before he hit my a**..he would remind me that my grandmother was his K-3rd grade elementary teacher. 3 licks....he'd say it three times.
Remember gambling with pennies.....closest to the line or wall.....3 people flip coins...odd man wins. Sharpened pencils thrown into the ceiling of the boys bathroom. The game of stretch with pocket knives. We had those old metal boiler grates in our classrooms...in middle school.
In the morning the classrooms were freezing cold( janitor was slow to heat them up)...but by time to leave school the teachers were opening the classroom windows because the room was so hot!!!
A couple of young, energetic, and delightful boys had a plan to squirt some doe in rut...and skunk scent on the one in your classroom ( 4 classrooms)at the same time in different classrooms......OMG....the school(6-8) was evacuated into the auditorium.....at 3:00....until we could get on the buses at 3:30.
It went on and on.....middle school was a blast.....literally....
All my buddies (and myself) had them in their trucks ......guns hanging in the school parking lot from early morning hunts or after school hunting.
I remember my Jr. year in HS, the first day when all the students had to meet in the gymnasium for assembly and hear the Principal's new school year agenda. One of the things he said for us hunters to do....
"Take your guns off the visible gun racks". "You can keep your guns in your cars and trucks, just put them under the seat or in the trunk of your car".
I lived waaaaay out in the countryside. It was nothing for me to leave the house( 7-8 years old) with 3 bluetick hounds, a miners helmet light, and a single shot .22 at 10:00 or 11:00,on a Friday at night to go hunting for miles by myself.......when I got a little older ( 9-10 years old) I graduated to a pump .410 shotgun. I'd roam the countryside with my ol' Blueticks, my .410, and a backpack of water and snacks.....leave Friday night....come home Sunday afternoon. Same with fishing.
MIDDLE SCHOOL 6-8
As for the paddle.....getting swats or licks is what we called getting paddled.
My middle school Principal.....let kids sign the "board of education" every time they got licks.....on one side of the board. The other side of the board was reserved for me....it had my last name in red magic marker on one side of the board.
Every time I got licks..(usually once...sometimes twice a day)...my Principal would swing that paddle...but just before he hit my a**..he would remind me that my grandmother was his K-3rd grade elementary teacher. 3 licks....he'd say it three times.
Remember gambling with pennies.....closest to the line or wall.....3 people flip coins...odd man wins. Sharpened pencils thrown into the ceiling of the boys bathroom. The game of stretch with pocket knives. We had those old metal boiler grates in our classrooms...in middle school.
In the morning the classrooms were freezing cold( janitor was slow to heat them up)...but by time to leave school the teachers were opening the classroom windows because the room was so hot!!!
A couple of young, energetic, and delightful boys had a plan to squirt some doe in rut...and skunk scent on the one in your classroom ( 4 classrooms)at the same time in different classrooms......OMG....the school(6-8) was evacuated into the auditorium.....at 3:00....until we could get on the buses at 3:30.
It went on and on.....middle school was a blast.....literally....
I was in middle school and high school in the late 60's. Hippydom. Shooting, guns, fishing wasn't acceptable. You got ridiculed.
Just one or two pickups in a parking lot for 500+ students.
There was a small pocket of friends that went hunting and fishing together, but you kept it among the circle. Sucked for that part. My parents nor family had guns, but an Uncle had 160 acres with 90 of it in woods, so I got to spend lots of my summer camping by myself in those woods. Drank from the spring, killed small game and caught fish from the pond. Mountain man Jim Bridger wanna-be.
Like most kids we did everything on the OP's list and more. My kids that are grown now kick in their experiences that they think I didn't know about. Little did they know, they had snitches in their midst.
Just one or two pickups in a parking lot for 500+ students.
There was a small pocket of friends that went hunting and fishing together, but you kept it among the circle. Sucked for that part. My parents nor family had guns, but an Uncle had 160 acres with 90 of it in woods, so I got to spend lots of my summer camping by myself in those woods. Drank from the spring, killed small game and caught fish from the pond. Mountain man Jim Bridger wanna-be.
Like most kids we did everything on the OP's list and more. My kids that are grown now kick in their experiences that they think I didn't know about. Little did they know, they had snitches in their midst.
How did any of us make it past 21 years old? I mean taking a pocket knife to school might get the SWAT team called on you now, when i was in school it was fairly well known that most of us had a pocketknife with us, i lost track of how many times a teacher asked one of us to cut something. Growing up in a small town was sure nice. I remember being told by a teacher that if we were caught dipping anything but Copenhagen we'd be in trouble.
They didn't mention fireworks. My buddies and I had a great time with fireworks. Some of us (me included) still have scars to back up our stories. Cherry bombs and a wrist rocket slingshot was the epitome of fun. Put a cigarette in your mouth, a cherry bomb in the slingshot, draw it back, light the fuse with the cigarette. You could lob one about two blocks, into someone's back yard.
Then my brother joined the Nat'l Guard. He'd bring home all sorts of neat toys for us to play with. Ground burst simulators, air burst simulators, etc.
Then my brother joined the Nat'l Guard. He'd bring home all sorts of neat toys for us to play with. Ground burst simulators, air burst simulators, etc.
I don't even understand what people would find objectionable about these two.
This 31 year old has done everything on the list except for buying penny candy, and the pop rocks and soda thing... I guess both of those were before my time.
BB gun fights should have been on the list. Making ramps and "stunt courses" for bikes was a good time too.
When I started driving to school at 14 I ran a trap line during the winter, always had a rifle and shotgun in the back window, and 22 pistol in the glove box.
It was normal to come back to my truck and find my critters moved inside the truck, and if there was a skunk, it might be inside the school. Everyone know who trapped, so we always got our critters back.
The local cop needs a shotgun to remove a snake from a tree in the school yard, I had a note in the truck with an IOU for 1 12guage round. It was replaced the next day.
We never thought about it, back then.
I won't even get into racing our hot rods, or fireworks. that is a whole different story.
It was normal to come back to my truck and find my critters moved inside the truck, and if there was a skunk, it might be inside the school. Everyone know who trapped, so we always got our critters back.
The local cop needs a shotgun to remove a snake from a tree in the school yard, I had a note in the truck with an IOU for 1 12guage round. It was replaced the next day.
We never thought about it, back then.
I won't even get into racing our hot rods, or fireworks. that is a whole different story.
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