Being able to swim/wade in any lake/river without turning colors. Could also drink the water without fear, if thirsty enough.
It's funny you mention the lack of imagination in today's youth. I run a Lego Club at the school I work at and all of the kids are incredibly intelligent and almost all of them are in the TAG program, but it amazed me the lack of imagination most of them have. They are smart, well-mannered and respectful, but lacking in imagination.The common theme in most of these that I miss the most is just coming up with ways to have fun with nothing but your friends and your imagination. My kids' generation really missed out on that. They are mystified by the idea of pre-internet life.
And that's why I have a great immune system. Used to actually skinnydip in Norwalk Harbor.Depending on how old you are, rivers and some lakes were much more polluted back then than they are now.
I think we were considered Glenbrook but I loved living on Hope St years ago. The wife and I bought our first condo next to the Bob’s/Shop Rite plaza. If we didn’t feel like making dinner there were about 15 places to pick from that were 2 min away. Although we usually ended up at either Jimmys Seaside or Vinny’s Backyard.The more I think about this, it's not just that technology has stifled what we olds consider imagination, it's parents and litigation that have had significant effect.
I had two friends from the block with whom we did everything together. Lots of it was normal 60s childhood stuff. Some of it would result in lawsuits today. There was a place on the other side of the tracks from the Springdale train station we used to call the "sandpits ".It was supposed to be off limits, although none of us remember any specific signage. That's where clandestine kissing often occured. It's all developed now, but back then there were several large abandoned and rusted out machines that made for great climbing spots. Sure we all got small cuts that probably could've developed into tetanus, but we didn't care. If we got hurt, it was us being stupid, not the equipment's fault. That wouldn't be the case today. Whomever left that crap there would be sued to high heaven.
There was a lot of residential construction going on in Springdale as well. And we used to play in all the construction sites. OneAn time we actually took a pile of cinder blocks, threw them all into the foundation hole and built a basement w/o mortar. That had to be aggravating for the construction crew. But the best was when a basketball court was being built across from the old civil defense building (which had our neighborhood bomb shelter). There was a steamshovel and a backhoe left on the small plot over the weekend. We started those suckers up and learned what all the controls did. And then we couldn't figure out how to shut the steamshovel off so we just left it running till the gas ran out. I have no idea if kids even try that kind of stuff today, but I'd imagine if a 12 year old could start up your unguarded backhoe in 2025 and give it a test drive, your construction company is getting sued, not the kid or his parents.
I don't know how long you lived in Stamford, but was wondering if you remembered the huge chemical plant fire in the late 60s where Riverbend Dr S is today. Took three years for the smell to go away. While we used to play on the train tracks regularly, we never went over there after the fire. Even as dumb kids we knew there was bad stuff percolating in there.I think we were considered Glenbrook but I loved living on Hope St years ago. The wife and I bought our first condo next to the Bob’s/Shop Rite plaza. If we didn’t feel like making dinner there were about 15 places to pick from that were 2 min away. Although we usually ended up at either Jimmys Seaside or Vinny’s Backyard.
Being 8 years old and the only rule was “when those street lights come on, you better be on your way home”.
Oh and riding our bikes to the Food Bag across town to get a 29 cent Big Gulp or whatever they were calling it.
Since its the 4th of July and this thread is waxing nostalgic, anyone planning on losing a few fingers or blowing out an eye with some fireworks tonight?![]()
Old school but found memories of Roman Candle tag w/ my cousins in the side lot off our house in our early teens. Many years in the making and nobody lost a body part/life altering burn. It was the climax of the family 4th of July festivities.Since its the 4th of July and this thread is waxing nostalgic, anyone planning on losing a few fingers or blowing out an eye with some fireworks tonight?![]()
I’m very proud that I got that right off the bat.Ah, the old GYAITMFHRNBIBYA
I grew up in a family that was very loving and though we didn't have a ton of money, summers were always a blast.
One thing I miss a lot was playing Jarts or lawn darts. I remember having to wait until I was old enough and then loved it. I would play with my parents, brother, uncles and cousins.
I know they are banned in the U.S. now. I wish they would unban them. Is there anyone who can explain to my why they are banned, but I can drive 20 minutes and go to a place and drink and throw axes in a public venue?