Motivational Poster Thread (warning content)

The little man had quite a night out with the ladies.

 

This is funny to me, because I remember an item on the Monsters Pizza menu called Chicken Gordon Blue.

 

Yep, as kids in the late 1960s/early 1970s, we left the house in the morning to play, and weren't seen again til dinnertime. Though, the whole pack of us would have lunch at a neighbor's place. The neighbors kept an eye on us. If we did something bad, our parents knew of it before we got back home.
We may have been "free range kids", but we couldn't outrun the "tell a Mom" surveillance system.

 

Was a free range kid in 1940's. We got fed where ever we were playing. Mom had one fixed rule. We had to call in at noon and tell her where we were. Lived 3 miles from town and we often rode to town to get a pop. Soda cost a nickle then. Swam in the river, camped over night in the pasture, caught, cleaned and cooked fish or rabbit over an open fire. Group of kids in our farm area was about 6 to 8. Boys and girls, age from about 8 to 14. Older than that you were usually too busy working to have time to play during the day and were part of the soft ball, base ball, or basket ball leagues that played after supper.. The National Guard armory in town had a drill space that was also a regulation sized basket ball court. The sarge that ran the place would always let anyone play as long as they were not using it and you wore tennis shoes. We also played basket ball in an empty hay barn or machinery shed. Unlike today, almost all of our free time was spent in physical activities. Tablets, video games, etc, hadn't been invented yet.

 

Free range kid of the 50's same experience

 

Up until i was 13, I would walk down a small paved road during the summer, 6 miles to my grandparents when the notion took me. They had no phone. I would grab my 22 and go hunting for up to 3 days, without telling my parents where i was going. At 13 i had to get a job as per requirement for each of us boys.
But my "independence" extended. I was always bad to go off later for a week at a time without telling them. When i got shot i went to our deer camp and stayed for 3 weeks while my cousin would come up in the evenings and clean me up. Its a wonder i lived through that. Parents did get mad over that extended stay and even madder that i had not told them etc etc. My livestock suffered without me feeding etc but they had plenty of grazing but i sold all the cows and horses by the time i was 20. Funny now about back then. I could write a counter check for up to 100k then come in and tell the bank what i had bought. I started when i was 14 and had dad countersign a large loan at the bank, by the time i graduated at 17 yrs old i owned debt free over 100 cows, most with calves, 14 horses a car and a truck. Life was good.