Generation X

[Obi-Wan]

My dad was a drunken bum of a dad/husband. So was his dad.

Then my dad found Jesus... and turned his life around but proceeded to choose Jesus over his three boys after that.

It's probably a good thing I don't have any sons - at least the curse ends here.

most addicts are all in one way another, they do not know what moderation is. I know a guy that went from a complete alcoholic to a deacon in the catholic church. I don't associate with him anymore, not because he doesn't drink it's because he tries to push his religion on everyone.

 

[lunkerslayer]

Put a big smile on my face

 

[Rowdie]

 

[Rowdie]

 

[svnmag]

Today after I was all clean, pants up, washing hands; I had to sit again. Evel Knievel and KISS RULE!!!

Give me Pop Rocks, a Charleston Chew and a can of Mt. Dew.

 

[svnmag]

To be fair:

 

[Rowdie]

 

[lunkerslayer]

https://cheezburger.com/39361029/30-genx-memes-for-80s-kids-who-grew-up-in-simpler-times

 

[lunkerslayer]

Somethings i remember and somethings I can remember hearing about
https://www.buzzfeed.com/dannicaramirez/common-back-in-the-day-experiences-october-2024-fs

 

[PrairieGhost]

You guys are making me feel old. I went to school on a sled behind a horse, and walked 100 yards to an outhouse. Entertainment when I was preschool was dragging a snared gopher home behind my tricycle to show mom what a great trapper I was. Walked the prairie pasture digging up plants to see if anything besides onions had a bulb. My first grade teacher didn't appreciate my breath. He also didn't appreciate having to end one school day early because I drained the crock water jug to drown out a gopher and kill it.

Does anyone remember all the cheap toys at the "Dime Store"? Mom would be upset with me because the wind up toys got my curiosity going and I would take them apart to see how they worked. I did the same thing with slow animals. Then at seven years old I was allowed to use dad's bolt action 22 Marlin. Then faster animals piqued my curiosity. I once had a judge make me write a 500 word essay on muscrats because the warden thought a disected muscrat the warden found was my work. It wasn't, it was a local my dad wouldn't let trap on our land because I trapped it. He was the one who told the warden he seen me. I was about 10 years old.

I didnt believe in Tarzan, I thought I was him. I remember walking prairie and woodlands with a spear made of an old garden hoe wishing something would come after me.

 

[Jiffy]

You forgot to mention dirt was a new thing…