There is also an age of criminal responsibility. Most places, a 9 year old cannot bred criminally charged.
What does that have to do with ANYTHING?
I sort of agree and see your point ... but he said Good times at the end.
Pretty sure that 'Good times' was meant to be sarcastic or tongue-in-cheek.
Sibling combat!I remember wrestling with my younger (by ~2 years) brother. He is more athletic than me, so we were always pretty evenly matched. One time, he pinned me on my back, so I kicked up my legs, grabbed his head between my feet, an smacked his head down on the concrete basement floor.He got up, yelling My teeth! My teeth! - but it sounded more like teef.No sign of permanent damage, and he did not lose any teef.Good times!
... I remember my father took me to the University of Ottawa auditorium to watch 2001: A Space Odyssey.... I think I have read most of the greats he avidly digested. Asimov, Wells, Heinlein, Verne...
Alright, I just remembered something I have not thought of in many years.This memory is not so Quentin Tarantino. I remember my father took meto the University of Ottawa auditorium to watch 2001: A Space Odyssey.He was always a bookworm and a huge science fiction fan. As I remember,I had many questions and didn't quite understand the movie. I hope Ididn't disappoint him. However, I think I have read most of the greats heavidly digested. Asimov, Clarke, Wells, Heinlein, Verne, Adams, Niven...
One of my favourite Christmas presents ever - not the carriage - the tow-truck with the pickup which came with a flat and good tire and a dented and good fender. The light flashed and it had a cool siren sound. It had an electric winch and was just so cool. Christmas 1966Dig the TV with the rabbit ears!
I was looking at the pack of smokes on the coffee table. My housewas the same.
I was drinking out of a glass Coke bottle and my brother rode by on his bike and smashed it into my mouth breakingoff my front teeth.I got him back by climbing on the roof and removing a brick fromthe chimney. I called his name and when he looked up I droppedit on his head causing a large number of stitches.Good times.
Remember going to the park by yourself and getting the wooden spoon? Shortly after me, the snowflake generation came in. They even tried it when we were high school age, but most of us made fun of the teachers (younger teachers) and other new authority figures as lame losers when they tried to put us in safe spaces, be politically correct, and talk about 'feelings'. We just rebelled against that nonsense. Good childhood. Played in the woods, cops and robbers with fake guns, riding our bikes around without helmets, getting on tall slides, jumping off high ledges, neighborhood kid punched me and dad told me to go punch him back. We also told crude jokes (which we didn't really mean), just humor value. Mostly white kids, but there was a couple of black kids who we played with when he moved in for a time. We all got along except for some rival kids that we'd try to one up sometimes. No systematic racism theories or folks getting triggered. Just good fun. (In fact if I ever had of come home and said anything racist, my mom would have put the bar of soap in my mouth and whacked me with the wooden spoon.) But my area use to be behind the times. So, into the 80's and 90's there was prob like earlier decades in some other places in North America. I think late 90's and 2000's decade all that nonsense came in. Kids can't go to park now alone, teachers try to indoctrinate kids, everyone needs a safe space, etc. A shame. I'm glad I got to grow up the way I did. It was the last of an era. I even got threatened with the strap from principal a couple of times when I was in the public schools. (I think by High School was banned.)