[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
That best feeling of total abandon and happiness as a child occurred when I spent hours alone just drawing in my room. Making fun pictures out of thin air was quite gratifying.
Wait… I still do that now, only I get paid for it.
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I hate you.
The most gratifying thing i felt as a child was the feeling of finishing all the shit I had to do first thing Saturday morning, and then knowing I have the whole weekend all to myself.
I do remember though, waking up during summer when I was 6 and thinking "Fuck, what am I going to do today?
I remember coming home to a fucking beating every day. The one that sticks out the most vividly was this time I got a bad grade on an assignment, it was something stupid too, like for art class. I was smart and great at math, reading and writing and all that. Anyways, my dad beat me every day regardless, but if I came home with any kind of bad mark it was extra brutal. That day I came home with a C- because I couldn’t finish my dinosaur drawing on time, though it was because I got caught up in trying to make it the best I could. My dad sees that c minus and beats the ever living fuck out of me till I’m unconcious. When I woke up I had severly bruised, possibly cracked ribs, and blood everywhere, didnt even know where the fuck the blood was coming from because I was so out of it. For some strange reason though I felt like I was fucking starving, and I wondered how long I had been out. I go to the fridge, open it up and look around…nothing like always, except for some funky looking mushrooms…I ate em. All of a sudden, I grow like 10 times my fucking size, a mustache, start seeing flashing lights and I’m all hulked out going on a rampage through the house. I found my dad, fucking leaped into the air and landed on his head, completely crushing his ass like a soda can. Then I fuckin jumped into a green pipe to get the fuck out of there. My memory is a little fuzzy but im pretty sure a bigass gold coin popped out of nowhere during said crushing of father.
[quote]AttackOfTheChris wrote:
I remember coming home to a fucking beating every day. The one that sticks out the most vividly was this time I got a bad grade on an assignment, it was something stupid too, like for art class. I was smart and great at math, reading and writing and all that. Anyways, my dad beat me every day regardless, but if I came home with any kind of bad mark it was extra brutal. That day I came home with a C- because I couldn’t finish my dinosaur drawing on time, though it was because I got caught up in trying to make it the best I could. My dad sees that c minus and beats the ever living fuck out of me till I’m unconcious. When I woke up I had severly bruised, possibly cracked ribs, and blood everywhere, didnt even know where the fuck the blood was coming from because I was so out of it. For some strange reason though I felt like I was fucking starving, and I wondered how long I had been out. I go to the fridge, open it up and look around…nothing like always, except for some funky looking mushrooms…I ate em. All of a sudden, I grow like 10 times my fucking size, a mustache, start seeing flashing lights and I’m all hulked out going on a rampage through the house. I found my dad, fucking leaped into the air and landed on his head, completely crushing his ass like a soda can. Then I fuckin jumped into a green pipe to get the fuck out of there. My memory is a little fuzzy but im pretty sure a bigass gold coin popped out of nowhere during said crushing of father. [/quote]
what ever you are smoking…can you send me some bro? Please?
[quote]SkyzykS wrote:
When I want to feel like that I go out and catch bluegill on a lightweight fly rod.
Those helicopters look neat too. I’m thinking about getting a couple and taking them to work.
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X2
Go fishing if at all possible. It’s cheap as you make it.
My air hog lasted one day. It said not for outside use…so I took it outside…just to see. Bad idea. That was a few years ago when they were huge things. I know if I ask for a new one the instructions will say, not for outside use. Then I’ll take it outside…ya know, just to see.
I remember my content moments as a kid quite well. In the summer I loved to lay on the cool concrete beside my house in the summer in the shade.
Walking in the woods behind my house in the winter tracking animals with my dog. Those field mice would quiver at our approach lol.
I would be gone for hours. The worse the weather the better I liked it. I would actally fall asleep in the snow forts I made in the bush. Jerimiah Jonstone had nothing on me lol.
The stuff my parents let me do back then I would never let my son do. I was eleven when I started to go to the river and fish with my friends. We would be gone from six in the morning and come back at eight that night…all summer. I was too paranoid to let him do the same thing but thats a whole other debate I guess. Different times. There were no child molesters back then right?