When kids wore jeans because your parents were poor.
Now the parents are poor because the kids wear jeans.
Now the parents are poor because the kids wear jeans.
When I was a kid my mom would let us ride our bikes into town to the little mini mart. There was a $0.05 deposit on cans and bottles and that mini mart would hand count them and give you the money for them. We’d go with enough to get a few bucks and then grab tootsie roll minis for a penny each and then maybe a fountain drink. I couldn’t imagine letting my kids ride their bikes into town by themselves
I can remember teachers who were veterans who wouldn't take any crap from students. If they were a Marine, no one wanted to cross them. and when they laid the "board of education" on your backside, you made sure whatever it was you did wasn't ever done again! I can also remember going into my backyard and shooting any caliber gun without any problems with neighbors, buying a used shotgun for $8.00 at the local store, trading guns, comics, walking everywhere on foot no less, everybody waved at each other in passing.
No one charged anything for a puppy or dog! They were given away to those that wanted them and if a person wanted a goat, $3.00! My mother had a nice late model Mercury with leather seats and I was shocked when she bought a goat and put it in the back seat on that nice leather! Who in their right mind would do that?
No one charged anything for a puppy or dog! They were given away to those that wanted them and if a person wanted a goat, $3.00! My mother had a nice late model Mercury with leather seats and I was shocked when she bought a goat and put it in the back seat on that nice leather! Who in their right mind would do that?
i remember Noah! wink
I still drink from the water hose.
I did it a couple days ago.
Flavored water for almost free
I have drank from city creeks and gutters when people watered their lawns and washed their cars.
Yea I do not like going to the doctor and one reason is I do not want to hear what is wrong with me
I thought it was Japheth?
I can remember when no one was confused about what a boy or girl was.
I remember Leimans sporting goods in Bartlesville having a wooden barrel full of M1 carbines, barrels down, your pick $75.
I could never talk dad into buying me one.
I could never talk dad into buying me one.
5 for a dollar footlong chili dogs at Dairy Queen, 3 Dog Night, Der Dutchman, catching crabs in Clear Lake (TX) to sell to the butcher who gave us a few bucks and a case of chicken necks for bait. my sister's best friend Cathy who decided to pose in my doorway wearing a babydoll nighty during a sleepover. Well until my sister hollered and asked where she was.
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