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They are great points, but I swear I get tired of being sandwiched between these generations that will not stop whining about how hard they had/have it. Our parents (and older) think we owe them the world. The younger set thinks we owe them the world. Meanwhile, we just got locked in the house and learned how to make flamethrowers with aquanet while mom and dad went out and partied.
Totally fair to name the Gen X + millennial trauma too. Y’all were left to fend for yourselves in a way that’s honestly wild. I don’t blame you for carrying that. Every generation’s got its mess, and Gen Z’s is different but not deeper.

I just think the younger ones aren’t uniquely fragile, they’re shaped by their environment like we all were. And right now, no one serious is really meeting them where they are. So yeah, some drift right, some get cynical. They’re disoriented.
 
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It was all of us. We all shared one brain cell collectively.
Speak for yourself. I’m pretty sure neighborhood Roman candle and paintball battles were the height of adolescence strategery. And don’t worry, we wore football helmets with face shields (thanks dad) and starter jackets (careful kids, polyester fill can go up fast!).

Don’t forget getting gifted a pellet gun at six, or walking around all summer with enough m80s to equal a military ordnance.

Latch-key phase was the height of my perceived freedom.
 
Speak for yourself. I’m pretty sure neighborhood Roman candle and paintball battles were the height of adolescence strategery. And don’t worry, we wore football helmets with face shields (thanks dad) and starter jackets (careful kids, polyester fill can go up fast!).

Don’t forget getting gifted a pellet gun at six, or walking around all summer with enough m80s to equal a military ordnance.

Latch-key phase was the height of my perceived freedom.
Lol...if we couldn't burn it, we could most definitely shoot it or blow it up. And we did...
 
Speak for yourself. I’m pretty sure neighborhood Roman candle and paintball battles were the height of adolescence strategery. And don’t worry, we wore football helmets with face shields (thanks dad) and starter jackets (careful kids, polyester fill can go up fast!).

Don’t forget getting gifted a pellet gun at six, or walking around all summer with enough m80s to equal a military ordnance.

Latch-key phase was the height of my perceived freedom.
Did you know that if you drive a piece of inch and a half lead pipe into the ground at the right angle, you can drop an M-80 in it followed by a D battery and shoot it through the side of a tobacco barn or so I was told or something.
 
Meanwhile, we just got locked in the house and learned how to make flamethrowers with aquanet while mom and dad went out and partied.
I actually rigged something up with this plastic hook thing a found that could fit around the can and hold a match at the end of the hook....
 
Did you know that if you drive a piece of inch and a half lead pipe into the ground at the right angle, you can drop an M-80 in it followed by a D battery and shoot it through the side of a tobacco barn or so I was told or something.
I did not know that. Thank you.

However, did you know a 1992 Chevy 1500 will “shoot” a hole in a feed-barn at only 30 mph?
 
I did not know that. Thank you.

However, did you know a 1992 Chevy 1500 will “shoot” a hole in a feed-barn at only 30 mph?
I believe it. After all the guy who knocked the corner of our house a knocked my sister's bed across the room claimed to have only been doing 35. Now, considering he was driving a 68 327 Camaro that he had just gotten out of his brother's speed shop there's some reasonable doubt. Well, that I heard him coming a half mile away , heard him lose it and bounce off the brick steps before he hit the corner of the house 4 feet off the ground, I don't believe a bit of it.

I don't know how he lived. He lost it 300 yards away, cut down a speed limit sign and cleared out about 30 feet of ditch. This was in Snead's Ferry and the ditches were more than a foot deep so that's not dramatic. He skidded across the road, cut down two mailboxes, went across ta side road and two more shallow ditches and clipped the guywire on a light pole. That's when it looked like he flipped twice, hit the steps, bounced and hit the corner of the house. The top was crushed , a wheel was torn off and the axle was bent. The guy didn't even break a bone. He had some time in the hospital for observation is all.
 
I believe it. After all the guy who knocked the corner of our house a knocked my sister's bed across the room claimed to have only been doing 35. Now, considering he was driving a 68 327 Camaro that he had just gotten out of his brother's speed shop there's some reasonable doubt. Well, that I heard him coming a half mile away , heard him lose it and bounce off the brick steps before he hit the corner of the house 4 feet off the ground, I don't believe a bit of it.

I don't know how he lived. He lost it 300 yards away, cut down a speed limit sign and cleared out about 30 feet of ditch. This was in Snead's Ferry and the ditches were more than a foot deep so that's not dramatic. He skidded across the road, cut down two mailboxes, went across ta side road and two more shallow ditches and clipped the guywire on a light pole. That's when it looked like he flipped twice, hit the steps, bounced and hit the corner of the house. The top was crushed , a wheel was torn off and the axle was bent. The guy didn't even break a bone. He had some time in the hospital for observation is all.
Holy Crap! Amazing he survived. Was your sister in bed at the time?
 
Holy Crap! Amazing he survived. Was your sister in bed at the time?
She was. I checked her first. She was shaken but not hurt and handling pretty well to only be eight. I told my mom, grabbed a flashlight and checked to see if there was something I needed to do. No bleeding ,no smoke, not my business so we waited for the sheriff and ambulance. It was my senior year in high school and I knew the guy. Had classes with his sister.
 
She was. I checked her first. She was shaken but not hurt and handling pretty well to only be eight. I told my mom, grabbed a flashlight and checked to see if there was something I needed to do. No bleeding ,no smoke, not my business so we waited for the sheriff and ambulance. It was my senior year in high school and I knew the guy. Had classes with his sister.
Glad she was OK, and has quite a story to tell.
 
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