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« Reply #15 on: June 25, 2008, 01:59:56 pm » |
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« Reply #16 on: June 25, 2008, 04:23:56 pm » |
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well i was born in the late 80's and just about all of the original post was still true for a kid living in rural tasmania in the 90's, and still is today....i think i only got told not to talk to strangers/get in their car once (when we went to the city - big town) because where i grew up there were no strangers.........
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« Reply #17 on: June 25, 2008, 04:27:42 pm » |
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In German we have a saying - translated freely: "Dirt cleans your stomach" - and I think it's true
my brother, his dog and i spent all of our summers either swimming in the dam which had cow poo pumped directly into it or in our massive drinking water tank, sometimes both in the same day....  |
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« Reply #18 on: June 25, 2008, 04:49:51 pm » |
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well i was born in the late 80's and just about all of the original post was still true for a kid living in rural tasmania in the 90's, and still is today....i think i only got told not to talk to strangers/get in their car once (when we went to the city - big town) because where i grew up there were no strangers.........
I know what you mean Claire (no not about being born in the late 80's before anyone gets smart  ). All my nieces are growing up in rural NZ and most of this is still true for them today. My brother and his wife never lock their house. My sister and her husband never have a bloody clue where their two oldest girls are at the weekend but they know the girls are safe and as long as they're home in time for dinner then that's just fine. Dx |
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« Reply #19 on: June 25, 2008, 05:05:24 pm » |
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In German we have a saying - translated freely: "Dirt cleans your stomach" - and I think it's true
my brother, his dog and i spent all of our summers either swimming in the dam which had cow poo pumped directly into it or in our massive drinking water tank, sometimes both in the same day.... One of our friends (who lived across the road) had a stream running through his parent's back garden. The water came through an old water pipe - which we used to crawl up every now and then to see if we could break into the Catholic school and upset the nuns - and then lead off, eventually, to the irrigation ponds. When the council put the new pipes in further downstream all the local kids would play in the pipes / stream all day long in the summer. That stream and those pipes were full of all sorts of $hit.  Dx |
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« Reply #20 on: June 25, 2008, 10:49:58 pm » |
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well i was born in the late 80's and just about all of the original post was still true for a kid living in rural tasmania in the 90's, and still is today....i think i only got told not to talk to strangers/get in their car once (when we went to the city - big town) because where i grew up there were no strangers.........
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« Reply #21 on: June 25, 2008, 11:35:44 pm » |
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True, true.
On my 8th birthday my Dad (pissed up) and my uncle (pissed up) egged me into doing a jump on my new bike.
Over the ramp, I careered down the garden on the front wheel, until I was stopped by a handy soft landing area.
A pile of old rusty corrugated iron.
The scar is no longer visible, but I still know it's there.
I despair of the mollycoddled environment in which my kids will grow up, I adore them, and I want no undue harm and suffering to come to them, but it'd be good if they can get a handle on cause and effect before they're 30.
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« Reply #22 on: June 26, 2008, 12:54:24 am » |
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well i was born in the late 80's and just about all of the original post was still true for a kid living in rural tasmania in the 90's, and still is today....i think i only got told not to talk to strangers/get in their car once (when we went to the city - big town) because where i grew up there were no strangers.........
Is that because the next person was 2000 miles away we dont have miles in tasmania....like the rest of the world (apart from anerica and england) its all metric... |
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« Reply #23 on: June 26, 2008, 03:08:59 am » |
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« Reply #24 on: June 26, 2008, 11:26:41 am » |
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Just a little way south east of the new forest I think!
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« Reply #25 on: June 26, 2008, 09:31:50 pm » |
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I was born in '72, spent all my time as a kid outside covered in filth, building camps, go karts, playing with petrol, getting worms, smoking nettles, stamping in cowpats, falling off of BMX's. Look how I have turned out.... Not the same for the scrotes of today..... Glad I had what I had. Still makes me laugh now |
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« Reply #26 on: June 26, 2008, 11:10:25 pm » |
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sh*t I'm getting old!! Born in '51.
But hell, I had fun as a kid, cowboys and indians (we had arrows), war games with air rifles. Yes, we got hurt, but it taught you to keep your head down and your bum out of site.
Then the go-carts built from timber and pram wheels scavenged from the local dump. No brakes but hell it was great.
Homemade catapults with 1/4 inch donkey rubber, they were better than the one you buy now. Then 'Dutch Arrows' pretty accurate when you got the hang of them. Much like a sling shot but an arrow.
We also raided the railway sheds for detonators. 'nough said.
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« Reply #28 on: June 27, 2008, 12:25:48 pm » |
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bows and arrows huh? Ii've still got the remains of the scar the arrow left when I was shot in the leg by David Harrison bleeder! and me mom gave me a smack for standing in front of the tosser before she filled it with Dettol Luxury! It always made me wonder if people really died from arrow wounds though...  No ta, I don't want to find out now, fifty years later |
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