Phil Parent
El Dandy
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Post by Phil Parent on May 25, 2020 18:15:43 GMT -5
Wrestling on the church ground.
Playing hockey on the cement tennis court in the summer. Perfect surface for it.
Trading hockey cards on the porch.
Messing around while going to rent NES games at the hybrid Video & Tanning Salon store we had.
Playing baseball at the baseball field.
Church is gone, the ground has been replaced by a community flower boxes deal. They just removed the tennis courts to make way for Pickleball courts. Our baseball field has been replaced by a sad non-descript park with few see-saws and a huge artifical wall to block-out the view of the steel plant behind it. The Video & Tanning place lasted until two years ago, it's a small one room flea market deal now.
But I still sit on that porch and still have my old Pro-Sets and Scores.
EDIT: Oh, by the way, we didn't take heed of the Don't Do This At Home thingees, if they even existed in the late 80s early 90s. Banzai Drop, Razor Edge, Pile Driver, Powerbomb... Safety was none of our concern, if we could half-ass pull it off, we did it.
I remember I did the Razor's Edge to a kid, and I remember the THRILL when I had him lifted him above my head. If I had just thrown him down like a Powerbomb, I might have just killed him, because even though it was a field of grass with soft soil, that shit can kill or cripple you. But I was a good little student of the game, even then, I slowly kneeled and he fell out of my hands from like a couple inches. He was fine.
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Sephiroth
Wade Wilson
Surviving
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Post by Sephiroth on May 26, 2020 6:48:50 GMT -5
Grew up on a street that was on a hill, and right at the bottom was the parking lot of a strip mall. Was great for sledding in the winter because there weren’t many stores in there at the time so there was minimal risk of traffic and the snow plows would like it up, making a sort of ramp for us. One time my dad joined all the kids. Forgot that he was a bit heavier than all the kids and so he had a bit more momentum on his side. He cleared right over the snow piles and landed flat on his butt on the parking lot. Nothing broken, but he walked like a penguin fir a day or two.
Summer water wars. Being the Super Soaker generation was something special.
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Post by The Summer of Muskrat XVII on May 26, 2020 7:09:50 GMT -5
youtu.be/rroZv3rFEoUThat sums up a lot of my summers as a kid. If not that, biking to whatever the local swimming hole was.
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