Kids these days...

[puckluck]

Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch

We had Bruce Hart as our drama substitute, he was a complete dufus

I had Keith Hart as a sub in shop, he was pretty cool.

We had one of the harts as a substitute as well...I'm not sure which one, but he must have been a substitute for a long time if we both had him as a substitute.

[Dion]

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[macker]

Thinking back a few things make me cringe :

-Hunting gophers....man we were ruthless with guns as kids
-Hockey Cards....man did we ever ruin a lot of cards by playing closest to the wall, dropsies etc. Still have a great collection but I ruined a large %
-Trees.....we used to ruin a lot of trees and would hammer away into trees without anyone giving a care so we could build the coolest forts etc. some 20 feet up and most on public property. Not sure what the rules for this were back then?
-Learning about sex at a friends house watching Clan of the Cave Bear with their parents. Awkward.
-Some of the massive crab apple fights we used to have in our neighborhood. I still can't believe no one lost an eye as this was one thing that warrants the saying. We used to put everything we had into throwing those things and they would often explode off friends heads. Perfect size of an eye socket....this one really makes me cringe to think back....
-Going up on our roof and slapping on the baby oil to help us burn/tan easier. Crank up some AM106 and just lay there for 4-5 hours
-Rollerskating.....these two songs still haunt me to this day http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIlHt_syoSE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Al9blQOhNw
those songs used to get played over and over as we would go around and around and will always be "my rollerskating songs"
-Snowmobiling with my buddies step dad who brought along homemade wine and encouraged us to drink up to keep us warm and then proceeded to crash us all into a huge snow bank as he lost control in more ways than one. We could have used some heliparents back then.

[Phanuthier]

Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch

We had Bruce Hart as our drama substitute, he was a complete dufus

I had Keith Hart as a sub in shop, he was pretty cool.

Bret Hart actually used to live a few blocks from me, and I was friends with his son (we were in the same class) and my sister was friends with his daughter (also same class). He gave me a ride to school a few times. At the time, I didn't watch WWF so I didn't know who he was.

[malcolmk14]

What about Pogs?! Oh man, I loved Pogs.

[Dion]

Street hockey games in the winter and all car windshields that got cracked from the frozen orange hockey balls.

[Cheerio]

Originally Posted by CaramonLS

I also remember how in some of our classes (like grades 3-7) we were completely and utterly racist in our speech. I remember we had this girl from Pakistan who we kept calling the N-word (without really knowing what it ment).

Yeah, that happened to me, I had no idea what I meant so I asked my parents, they were very unimpressed haha. But I was never beat or anything as a kid, just sent to my room, where I would play with my Star Wars action figures all night.

[Sr. Mints]

Walking on the ice in the creeks at confederation park. Not too deep, but in retrospect it's amazing we didn't drowned with the amount of times we went through, or developed hypothermia from walking several blocks home in frozen jeans.

Rolling snowballs down the hill just east of 10th street (across from the new SAIT parkade). Remember the scene in the movie Willow with that giant snowball that kept getting bigger and bigger? That's what we were going for. They always broke apart, but I can't even imagin the amount of damage we could have caused if one made it to the road.

We also threw apples and eggs and rocks down at the cars on 10th, and at the houses in Sunnyside from crescent road. Man, we were stupid.

Crescent Heights High School - we'd smoke pot in the trees at the park during the day. I imagine kids still do this, but I recall the spot we smoked at being called 'Little Jamaica,' and word was that the name went back to when Tommy Chong went to that high school.

I took my dad's van for a spin in the middle of the night when I was only in grade 8 or 9, but my dad gave me a crash course on driving at my uncle's farm once - so I had some idea what I was doing. This was the early-90s, before cellphones. I eventually rounded up some of my friends with the payphone at Esso on 16th/10th street NW and we ended up at Tim Hortons.

Throwing a discus through the window at Rosedale school. It was on a weekend or after school, and an accident--but I was convinced I was going to be expelled. Nobody found out it was me.

[T@T]

Didn't read this whole thread yet so excuse me if this has been mentioned but does anyone remember "he strap"? I had this teacher in grade 5 that I'm sure loved that thing more than sex, anyway, one day I was being myself and she had enough with me and said hold out your hand for five lashes. I held my hand out decided I would be a tough guy threw this ordeal and smirk at the class as she hit me. She got so mad she wildly hit me over the wrist (actually cut me) Well in the words of the champ I lost it, I snapped, grabedthe strap and beat her with it over the ass till she ran out of the classroom.

I know this must sound crazy but whats even more crazy is I got grounded by my parents for 2 months.

This what have been 1971 so yeah, times have sure changed!

[jhunt223]

Originally Posted by macker

Thinking back a few things make me cringe :


-Some of the massive crab apple fights we used to have in our neighborhood. I still can't believe no one lost an eye as this was one thing that warrants the saying. We used to put everything we had into throwing those things and they would often explode off friends heads. Perfect size of an eye socket....this one really makes me cringe to think back....

We used to have rock fights on my block. We would form two lines, probably about 35 feet apart, face each other and then just whip rocks at one another. It all stopped once one kid got it in the forehead and had to go get a bunch of stitches.

[North East Goon]

I cant remember how many times I had to go down in the sewer to retrieve wayward tennis balls from our street hockey games. Some of those grates were hard to lift off.

[Yasa]

I also had a Hart brother substitute in highschool. He was in for Social Studies and wore wrestling boots.

[macker]

Originally Posted by jhunt223

We used to have rock fights on my block. We would form two lines, probably about 35 feet apart, face each other and then just whip rocks at one another. It all stopped once one kid got it in the forehead and had to go get a bunch of stitches.

That and dirt bomb fights on huge dirt hills that seemed to be everywhere. We didn't need video games as we had combat to attend to anytime we played outside. Construction sites were also fair game and hide and seek was much more involved. Kids would often break arms/legs but that didn't stop us...

[Cheerio]

Another cops and robbers and crab apple fight kid here

[Yasa]

My childhood of outdoor activities ended when Goldeneye came out.

[return to the red]

oldest substitute teacher ever...Mrs. Gillard

I had her in grade one and she was still subbing up until a few years ago I think, she had to be in her 80's. We loved it when she subed because she has no idea what was going on and was far to nice to get angry at anybody.

[Dion]

Growing up we had this neighbour across the street that didn't like kids. Anytime a football or hockey ball landed on thier front lawn they'd run out and take it inside. My dad would have to go over and ask for the ball back and he'd get yelled at for not teaching his kids respect other people's property. It didn't take long for them to be hated by everyone on the street.

My father didn't take kindly to the abuse he got when trying to get our items back. One day he'd had enough and waited until they let thier cat out. As soon as the cat was out the door my father would have our small dog at the door and he'd point out the neighbours cat. Get the cat, he'd yell! and Shorty would go barking all the way. Of course the cat would run up the big tree in thier yard. Neighbours would hear all the barking and would come out to see our dog had thier cat up in the tree. Keep your damn dog of our lawn they'd yell and my father would just ignore them and let the dog out when they let thier cat out. It wasn't too long after that that they put thier house up for sale and moved.

[V]

Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch

He thought I forgot about it until he got that call at work in the middle of the winter, that I had jumped off the roof into a snow bank and busted my ankle.

I had a similar experience when I was about 10 or so. I would shovel all the snow of my dad's roof, and one day it looked like a lot of fun to jump into that snow pile. I went right through and smashed up my heel pretty good.

Buddy in junior high broke his arm while testing out a zip line we built. I was second in line, thank goodness.

I took a pretty awesome jump on my bike one time and for some reason my wheel was sideways when I landed. I ground my face up real nice on the gravel there.

I remember as a kid if I wasn't playing ball hockey I was on my bike. All day. Every day. I don't ever see kids playing ball hockey on the roads anymore.

It is hard, though. My wife's a pretty bad helicopter parent. I'm happy to let them go and get themselves into trouble, but there's always that pressure that if something happens because you're lax... I don't think my wife would ever forgive me. Oh well, the kids have to grow up eventually, no point putting it off, I figure.

[V]

Originally Posted by Dion

Growing up we had this neighbour across the street that didn't like kids. Anytime a football or hockey ball landed on thier front lawn they'd run out and take it inside. My dad would have to go over and ask for the ball back and he'd get yelled at for not teaching his kids respect other people's property. It didn't take long for them to be hated by everyone on the street.

We lived in a cul de sac and we had a neighbour at the end of the bulb that hated our road hockey. He would honk his horn and drive over our hockey sticks and just be a miserable piece of crap. We hated that guy.

[Dion]

Originally Posted by V

We lived in a cul de sac and we had a neighbour at the end of the bulb that hated our road hockey. He would honk his horn and drive over our hockey sticks and just be a miserable piece of crap. We hated that guy.

I grew up on a cresent that very little traffic. We would play street hockey up to 7 nights a week depending on the road conditions during the winter. The worst part was missing the net and having to run after the ball - especially if it was a slap shot. In grade 6 we organised a tournamnet with other streets in our area. It was like our version of the Stanley Cup playoffs. Of course games would get heated and fights would break out and someone often went home with a bloody nose.