a kid, the only thing I needed to do was go to school and play. Seeing the kid climbing a fence made me remember my childhood so vividly because that was a BIG part of my play time growing up. When I was young I lived in an area where everybody had fences, if you wanted to go play on the next street you'd have to climb the fence to get there because we weren't allowed to walk in the street (which had heavy traffic). There were so many fences and so many places to go that eventually climbing fences became a game...who could get up the fence using the least links...that turned into who could get up the fence the fastest. I caught quite a few tumbles/scratches/bruises from racing up fences which is why eventually I was banned from climbing fences and was restricted to my own back yard...I'd still sneak away though.During summers my mother would send me to stay with my aunt/grandmother in the city. I live in a suburb of our city, but during summers, I stayed in the heart of o
ur city (15 minutes from our home), now my aunt and grandmother shared a duplex a short 2 minute car ride from the projects...now, yes, I live in a small city but it's far from a nice little place. We have crime, we have murder, we have all of that. During the time I was spending summers in the city we had the number one murder rate...in the country. It was really dangerous here, not to mention that drugs and drinking were common place within my aunts home. Her house was always so much fun to me because she didn't care. I remember putting my clothes away in a drawer at her house and finding zig zags...and my cousin explained to me that those were for drugs. But anyway, one of the best parts about spending summers in the city was there were always kids around...ALWAYS...a plethora of kids, there was always somebody to play with. Another part that always made summers super fun is the fact that my aunt let me do whatever the hell I wanted. I can vividly remember playing outside until 11pm at 7 years old. And I was NEVER alone. Eating icebergs (a mix of the syrup (that they use for shaved ice) and water frozen into a styrofoam cup), riding bikes, hanging by the baseball field and swinging on the monkey bars, sitting on the front porch in the rain and seeing how many people would round the corner (where you can't see the main street) and get hit by oncoming traffic (harsh?)...ahh the good ole days.And then when I hit my pre-teen/teenage days my family moved into a nicer area than before...a subdivision, houses closer together, no such thing as fences anymore, now we had cul-de-sacs, not as many kids as before but still a good crowd, and the focus of playing outside had grown up...just like we had...now the game of choice...
Grab Ass
Don't ack like yall didn't play that! And ladies don't ack like a little portion of you didn't like it! All the girls in a crowd talking about whatever and the guys over playing basketball and next thing you know somebody was getting their ass grabbed...or smacked...I think that's where my love of ass smacking came from. I can vividly remember being the challenging one out of my friends because when I was ass smacked I would just stand there..."That didn't hurt" I would say because after the thrill of ass grabbing wore off for the guys they would see who could take the most as far as ass smacking goes...so I became the one they tried to take down like Chris Brown, one guy succedeed, and I beat him with my lanyard key chain...he went home with welts that day. I also saw my first hard *whispers* penis *whispers* around that same time period...well my first hard penis in real life anyway and even though I had been watching porn for 6 or 7 years and the hard dick I was witnessing in front of my face was a little bit down the block and still incased in sweat pants I was still wide eyed and slack jawed...it was amazing at my little 13 years of age.
Ahh to be young...the good ole days. What do you remember about your childhood?
3 comments:
So u are never watching my kids wit your watching porn ass at 7yrs old....that explains so much about u! My fondest childhood memory was my Ole Crack head uncle taking me far far up the street to the "park" which we never went to play wit some of the local crackheads kids! I loved it we did what we wanted they gave us ice cream money to keep us off there back and that where i learned what drugs and being high was...lol...ole the good ole days how i miss those.
Don't do dat! I was almost 9 when I started watching porn...Vanessa del Rio...I can remember the scene vividly...might blog about that
Ninja tag, cherry ices, Turtle pies (the teenage mutant ninja turlte version of fruit pies), water gun fights till the sun went down, streets of rage on Sega Genesis....the good old days.
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