I just realized I'll never have that super satisfying feeling of tripping one of my friends while they're in a top-speed sprint. Didn't even log in my brain the last time I ever did it. I wish I had savoured it more.
It was the best when they thought they had gotten away from you, but you swept that back foot of theirs so it caught on their own calf and they went supermanning through the air in shock. What a rush.
And you know exactly what they were feeling because you had been tripped like that, too.
Best part of being a kid was stuff like that. Try it now and they'd probably end up in the hospital and your entire friend group would hate your guts.
What do you miss that you'll never be able to do again (no sappy bs like 'hug my dad' or something lame, please)?
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Wrestling with your boys because if you do that now, everyone is probably going to hurt their back, neck, etc. and everyone ends up being a loser.
Grabbing a jar, poking holes on the lid "for air", filling the jar with things that are in their "natural environment", like dirt, twigs, rocks, etc. and then putting bugs in the jar and bringing it inside to observe and actually being able to enjoy it for a stupid amount of time...
High intensity theme park rides. My sensitivity to motion is pretty bad now, I can barely go on the carousel at Calaway Park. If I did some of the rides I went on as a teen / young-20's I'd be out of commission for the rest of the day for sure.
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I just realized I'll never have that super satisfying feeling of tripping one of my friends while they're in a top-speed sprint. Didn't even log in my brain the last time I ever did it. I wish I had savoured it more.
It was the best when they thought they had gotten away from you, but you swept that back foot of theirs so it caught on their own calf and they went supermanning through the air in shock. What a rush.
And you know exactly what they were feeling because you had been tripped like that, too.
Best part of being a kid was stuff like that. Try it now and they'd probably end up in the hospital and your entire friend group would hate your guts.
What do you miss that you'll never be able to do again (no sappy bs like 'hug my dad' or something lame, please)?
What, like this? How are you too old to still do that?
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Most people aren't lucky enough to know their last time. We'll all have a last hike, camping trip, putting a kid to bed, etc.
For me though, a few years back I was snowboarding the last run of the day on a relatively basic path. I caught an edge and landed on an exposed tree trunk that had been broken off (so basically a massive spike sticking out of the snow).
It caught me in the fabric of my armpit, so I was sorta suspended by my coat, a foot off the ground. The humour of it was not lost on me–I was like a turtle flipped upside down as I tried to surgically dislodge myself from the trunk. By the time I got going again it dawned on me that I was probably 6" from having a wooden spike driven through my throat.
So I leisurely enjoyed the last snowboard run of my life down to the parking lot. It was nice.
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Most people aren't lucky enough to know their last time. We'll all have a last hike, camping trip, putting a kid to bed, etc.
For me though, a few years back I was snowboarding the last run of the day on a relatively basic path. I caught an edge and landed on an exposed tree trunk that had been broken off (so basically a massive spike sticking out of the snow).
It caught me in the fabric of my armpit, so I was sorta suspended by my coat, a foot off the ground. The humour of it was not lost on me–I was like a turtle flipped upside down as I tried to surgically dislodge myself from the trunk. By the time I got going again it dawned on me that I was probably 6" from having a wooden spike driven through my throat.
So I leisurely enjoyed the last snowboard run of my life down to the parking lot. It was nice.
The last time I went skiing I was a kid. I used to compete in downhill, but the same thing happened to me twice.
I was going down a run in fresh powder and there was an ice-ball that caught my ski and did a ton of damage to my knee.
I recovered after a few months and then kept on going.
Then the same thing happened again shortly afterwards and it broke my leg. Thats when I quit downhill skiing.
And my Ski Coach told me..."you can make it down the hill to the lodge!"
So off we went and...lo and behold when I went to stop my right leg intrinsically refused to do as it was instructed and I plowed unceremoniously into the side of a building.
Good times.
You want to go skiing? Cool. I'll be in the Bar.
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Play Vball. Everything was fine until 40. Didn't have to stretch, weekly exercise for the week. Then bang! ok boomer.
Ironically, for me the last straw was softball.
Bad shoulder so I could barely throw and, because its a 'stop-start' type of sport which is to say, you hit and sprint and stop and then sprint and stop, etc.
Soccer ruined my hamstrings and softball just tore them to shreds. And thats not even getting into the ankles and knees. I already sucked in general and I was never a very good hitter to begin with but I could get on base with half-assed hit and my speed...but 4 hamstring injuries and my throwing shoulder going completely broken?
I just couldnt keep going.
Which really sucks because I really enjoyed it.
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Things you've gotten too old to ever do again...
