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JAN 19, 2004 03:39 PM
While there were a few crazy things my dad did, I was pretty much left to my own devices, and anything that was seriously life threatening was left up to me and my friends to perform. Those things would include throwing large chunks of asphalt at each other, stealing and riding dirt bikes we could barely hold upright, hijacking the neighbor's horse and riding him bareback at a full gallop through the woods, catching wild animals in box traps and intending to make them pets (my mom loved that one), and building a fort and waging a six year war (literally) on rival neighborhood kids that collectively resulted in close to a 1,000 stitches, millions of bruises and black eyes, gallons of blood loss, about a dozen puncture wounds from sticks, at least two concussions, and me and my best friend nearly being burned to death (literally) by a flamethrower the other kids constructed out of a fire extinguisher (quite ironic, I think).
Although, until I was about 8 years old, my dad did enjoy operating heavy construction equipment in the back yard while he was too drunk to even walk. He managed to anniliate several swing sets and bikes, and once he had to rebuild our garage because of it. 
JAN 19, 2004 07:26 PM
haha i like this thread.
i 'helped' my dad herd cattle with my best friend at about age 7. he took off to get some strays and our horses followed him at a gallop..... me and maggie fell right off the side and walked crying back to the truck to wait for him. 
i roamed around the countryside and got lost all the time. i rode 3wheelers at top speeds on dirt roads by age 12. i jumped off the roof onto a trampoline, had some run-ins with rattlesnakes, badgers, porcupines and other wildlife. i built myself a soapbox cart using tablesaws and a drill press. i shot guns, teased bulls, got kicked by horses and steers and had been in a couple car accidents by the time i got my driver's license. my sister drove me in from the wheatfields on the hood of her huge truck. i drove truck and combine, slid down hay bales and explored rotting 'ghost houses' full of dead animals. my brother almost drown in a grain bin, it sucks you in like quicksand.
i see my nieces growing up on the same ranch and they are afraid of spiders, and they never leave the house by themselves. 
beanie babies and princess barbie costumes could not possibly compare to my youth!
JAN 19, 2004 07:34 PM
Kamper
Merrimack, NH
December 2003
JAN 19, 2004 07:42 PM
Yeah sure. It's all very funny until someone loses an eye!
Guildenstern
Corolla, NC
January 2004
JAN 19, 2004 02:51 PM