When I was a kid.....

when i was a kid... [ im still a kid at heart at 15, so there is room to brag!]

gas was below a dollar, sad to think that wasnt that long ago...


for the real story...

when i was a kid my brother would take me in the basement when we took care of stuff down there and [i was 5 her was 7 or 8] and he would run away going OH NO A CRAZY CLOWN ITS GOING TO EAT YOU and he did that every time...

oh and once i ate dirt and he told me i had only 4 years to live, until i was 12 and i believed him, but im still living!

i will get him back
 
When I was a kid...
I remember the candy lady that lived across the street from my grandparents and I loved to go over there and get all the penny and nickle candy that I could. I know she is still around but her candy store is not. (Pretty sad we dont have anymore candy ladies, I loved going to Lorettas). Makes me feel old but it really wasnt all that long ago.

I also remember riding my bike and not wanting the use the brakes, I would always use my feet to stop and sometimes make a crash landing.
 
When I was a kid, long time ago, I am 70 years old I had two brothers , I would get a china head doll with a crier in the cloth body for christmas, My 2 brothers got a pocket knife each. They would take said knife and operate on my doll to get the crier out and take it to school to play with it during school hours.
the way I remember this I was in on the surgery.
 
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When I was a kid, about 7 I think, me and my buddy were at his house and it was right by highway 54. Well, his folks left us there alone, and they had this rooster that was mean as the very devil himself! So we was playin outside and here came that dang roo haulin butt straight at us from across the yard. Well, he kicked the livin heck outa my buddy, who was screamin and cryin that it was gonna kill him. So I picked up a pretty good size rock and threw it at the roo and killed him, I didnt mean to do that, I just meant to get him away. Anyway, we was scared we'd get in trouble for killin him, so we grabbed the roo, climbed over the fence and buried him across 54. Well of course we was settin there lookin real guilty by the time the folks got back and they asked where the roo was, we told them the story and showed him where we buried him. Then they wore us out, not because we killed the roo (they was gonna do that anyway,) but because we crossed the street to bury him!
 

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