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Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch
Pretty scary stuff.
I was just having coffee with the old man today and we talked about a fight I had with a kid on my block who ended up going through a fence.
Sometimes I miss being a kid.
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I agree. When I readopted the cycling lifestyle this year it really started bringing back a lot of memories. I live by Chinook Centre, and my parents still live in Bonavista. When I go over on Sundays, I usually ride my bike down there now, and on my way, I always make sure to go past one landmark, through one of the old shortcuts we used to use, or past one of my old houses. as my mom was a realtor and I lived in about 7 different houses in Bonavista, as my parents would flip them.
I went by one house we lived in earlier this summer, and cut through the alley. There was a guy about my age out in the alley who now owned the place, and I stopped to talk to him, told him I lived there for a few years, how I helped my dad build the detached garage...etc. Anyway, I say to him, I bet, up behind the framing, where the joist meets the top of the wall... there is a stash of about 10 vintage penthouse magazines..... lo and behold we looked up there, and they were still there, wrapped up in a dusty glad bag. The guy asked me if I wanted them, and I just said... "Stuff 'em back up there where they have spent the last 25 years."