little_old_man Posted December 1, 2012 Member ID: 1194 Group: ***- Inactive Clan Members Followers: 40 Topic Count: 436 Topics Per Day: 0.08 Content Count: 6692 Content Per Day: 1.19 Reputation: 11691 Achievement Points: 53094 Solved Content: 0 Days Won: 76 Joined: 02/27/10 Status: Offline Last Seen: April 16, 2023 Birthday: 04/15/1960 Posted December 1, 2012 Well, I was born in 1969 and, honestly, I had a nearly perfect childhood. I am very lucky in that regard. My parents would kick us out of the house - if you got caught in the house in the summer then you got extra chores. I basically grew up on the Zumbro River, and me and my friends all thought we were Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer. We built rafts that we drifted miles downstream so we could fish parts of the river we couldn't get to by foot. We snuck on private property so we could fish the old sand and gravel pits for huge (to us) bass. We made homemade bows and spears to shoot carp in the spring. We had a tree fort and an underground hidden in the woods and we all had pellet guns. We caught snakes by the bushel, killed bullheads with firecrackers, caught our own worms for bait and knew every single inch of that river. I wouldn't trade my childhood for anything. I wish everyone would get the kind of childhood I had. Sounds like we grew up in the same way bogleg. I was on the Ohio river, and our fun in the summer was walking down to the river bottoms to shoot rats with our bb guns and take aluminum baseball bats to the carp and catfish that were trapped in the ponds left from the winter floods. Some of those fucking fish were bigger than me. I wouldn't trade my childhood for anything. Awards
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