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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 23:48:17 GMT -5
Are you kidding? My mother practically threw us outside almost all the time, and we only came in for meals and when it got dark. Pretty much, I hated being inside.
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Post by DZ: WF Legacy on Feb 8, 2013 23:51:21 GMT -5
Oh, all the time. I live by what we call 'the trails' over here, which is just a big paved path stretching through the woods to various parks. Me and my friends would always ride our bikes through there. We'd discover hidden areas off-track and cool hangout spots this way. I remember once there was this huge river, and the only way to get across was by walking on the gigantic tree that fell over; so much fun.
I had a healthy childhood with lots of friends - I could get enough people together to play baseball in my backyard every weekend. I'm a big gamer, have been since before I even went to kindergarten, but there was always a time for that and a time to build forts outside and ride bikes and be active. People always say your 20s are your best, but I couldn't disagree more. It's hard enough to get people to even do something once a month anymore thanks to jobs/school/relocation/being up their significant other's ass, etc.
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Post by woowoowoox on Feb 8, 2013 23:51:31 GMT -5
Are you kidding? My mother practically threw us outside almost all the time, and we only came in for meals and when it got dark. This, except it was more my aunts than my parents. But still. We were always forced outside. It just made me love the inside more, lol.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2013 10:10:19 GMT -5
My dad worked a swing shift, so the week he worked midnights, we had no real choice. It was actually somewhat recommended we go somewhere else while he slept. (Or else risk waking the bear from hibernation...lol.)
When football season came around, every Saturday morning-into-afternoon, we played tackle football on a strip of land next to the railroad tracks. Snow, mud, sleet, didn't matter - we played anyway. Usually had enough to play 7-on-7 (5 pairs of brothers in the bunch), or if need be, the oldest guy was all-time QB for both teams. We all lived within 3 blocks of the area, so if somebody got hurt, he would go home, regain his bearings and come back later, with a bandage (and probably a snack in his stomach). Didn't really have winners or losers, just bragging rights if you scored X-amount of touchdowns. Just played until kids had to get washed up to go to a relative's house or shopping.
Or when there was snow on the ground, there was usually a big hill in a patch of vacant lot made from plowing a couple of driveways, we'd play King Of The Hill. (Guy standing on top is the "King", other guys try to rush up and push him down the hill and take his spot. We played this at recess all the time.)
Summertime was either riding bikes, pick-up baseball, wiffle ball or (after we got a pool), swimming.
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Post by Nessa_Jenkins on Feb 11, 2013 16:59:02 GMT -5
I would be out everyday after school unless it was raining. I would ride my bike, rollerblade, play hide and seek and other games. My friends and I would stay out until we were called for dinner or if it got too dark. I remember whoever stayed out late after dark was the coolest. Then middle school happened and I couldn't be bothered going outside.
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Post by AFN: Judge Shred on Feb 11, 2013 22:53:48 GMT -5
All this "unless it was raining" and "in by dark" stuff is disheartening to me. I was in the woods snow, rain or shine, day and night. Bike rides all over, living in trees and tunnels and forts.
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