I rode in the back seats of cars a lot. We always went to like the flea markets out on Long Island. So I'd spend hours in the car. When I got bored or didn't think I was getting enough attention, I woould start reading every friggin sign I saw on the road -- "MickDONAWLDSSSSSS", "GhuessOLEEEN", "Plant awn PRRREMessUS", etc. :1orglaugh -- I wouldn't stop until my mom yelled at me, and then I would sit back and go back inside my head. lol


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Originally Posted by Elli what is this? "Plant awn PRRREMessUS",

You know, I really don't know -- lol -- I kept seeing it on dry cleaners, I think. The real words were "Plant on Premises".

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Originally Posted by myjah I wanted to be a weathergirl and I would draw the weather forecast on my chalkboard everyday to tell my Daddy before he went to work. :)

That's sweet. Now, it's always sunny when you're around -- :)

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Originally Posted by Spunky It was over 30 years ago..I can't remember what I had for dinner last night.let alone at age seven

Really? I agree, the stuff from like last week, and even vast swathes of memory from all throughout my Adult Life are steeped in murk. But Childhood? Hmm. To me, that is like a sacred archive. Of course, you won't ever have 100% of the time. But, those snippets of memory -- and sometimes, they are but the briefest of flashes -- are, inside my head, a terra firma. The great irony is that it is (probably for most people) the most consciously inaccessible place of the mind. Certainly, it is the seat of our individuality.

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Originally Posted by Mike_AWP i masterbate a lot.... a lotttttttttttttt!!! :1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh

Fuck, I thought I was the only one who started way tooo early wanking the pud. Shit, I remember not even knowing what I was supposed to do -- :1orglaugh -- just kinda having a generalized IMPULSE to a generalized AREA -- lol -- :1orglaugh

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Originally Posted by Matt-RevShare At age seven, I think I went from one sporting event to another: little league baseball, soccer, basketball, etc. Now I do the same thing for my kids... Matt

Matt, you are what Native Americans call a Generationalist -- :thumbsup

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Originally Posted by LOL :D i was to busy watching duck tails, smurfs, and the snorks

We might have guessed -- :1orglaugh

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Originally Posted by Stacey_JoinRightNow I was the talkative one... I always talk to my friends and there was a time I made my bestfriend cry... and the reason? she was jealous bec. I was always the center around... hahahaha

Sounds like my wife's deal with her girl friends. There are the popular (or the pretty ones, or the pretty AND popular) ones, and then there are the ones who have the misfortune to be "less noticeable" by comparison. Have you seen groups of girls like this? Perhaps in the mall. I am so fascinated by the dynamic that binds them together. Like your friend, sometimes they suffer. None wish it so. Yet, that is life. We also wonder why they stay around. The one in the middle, if she is a good person in the making will do her best not to lord it over the outer ones, but try, instead, to turn the lights on them at every opportunity. Alas, many young girls are tragically insecure at that age, even (some would say, ESPECIALLY) the very pretty ones. Given a chance to control someone's sensitive buttons, they will... and seem to care very little for the consequences to that other human being. At best, I think there can be a great symbiosis there, a balancing of weaknesses and strengths -- like the Master-Blaster Duo from Thunderdome.

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Originally Posted by TeenGodFather At 7? I played with Legos a lot.

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The formatting is a function of that which is being built and the materials being used -- :)

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Originally Posted by SilentKnight Best recollection I have of being seven was listening to the final game of the '72 Canada/USSR hockey series on a small, static-filled black transistor radio in the schoolyard with a bunch of buddies. Paul Henderson scored the legendary goal and you could hear us whoopin' it up all over the neighbourhood. Life was much simpler back then.

I can tell from your pictures that you had a childhood of High Adventure -- you may even be a fan of The Lord of the Flies -- :) -- lots of heavy symbolism and "layers peeling" in your shit -- :thumbsup

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Originally Posted by SilentKnight :1orglaugh :1orglaugh High adventure...yes. Lord of the Flies - no. For a while I held the record for most bruises, broken bones and stitches of any kid on the block for my 'Evil Knievel' escapades. :winkwink:

Try the book. It's never too late -- lol. I grew up in working class immigrant Queens, NYC. All the "green" we had was contained in little 4x10 "openings of dirt" they cut in the sidewalk for the trees they either never got around to planting or they were planted and we killed them by playing on them. But after reading LoF, the dark end of the block at night was a dripping jungle, and every tree a twisted ficus.

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Originally Posted by reynold when I was seven I always enjoy watching old cartoons like Voltes V and play G.I. Joe action figures.

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:thumbsup -- there was such power in that -- lol. You define an interesting continuum there, between Voltes V and GI Joe. I am older than you, so my peak posable action figure years missed Voltes V, but was square on the GI Joe Hey Day. I swear, I must have had like 7 or 8 SEPARATE & COMPLETE WORLDS of GI Joes. They had to be separate, because there wasn't enough space in my room, and you couldn'y have Joe's Jupiter Space Capsule just FALL outta the sky into Quicksand World! Those things were tricky to coordinate, even given the largest of play areas and budgets -- :1orglaugh -- the threads of alternate reality are so fragile when you're seven. But then, when let's just call it the whole "transformer" phase of action figures emerged, it threw little kids for a loopy head trip. Forget just being able to pose them to your liking... Now you could TRANSFORM them into something else entirely. What a rush. I envy you that -- :)

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Originally Posted by TexasDreams When I was seven, it was 1967. :Oh crap I was busy working as a mechanic for the next door neighbor's son. He ran a 1967 Camaro, 396 cubic inch big block, 4-speed car, in NHRA Super Stock (SS/A). In 1969 he stepped up to a 1969 Yenko Camaro. That Yenko in today's collector marketplace would probably be worth $1M. For years my nickname was "the Kid", finally outgrew that nickname with the receeding hairline and touches of grey. :1orglaugh

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