It was stunts like this that made growing up fun, and almost 5 decades later, I'm still having fun remembering those very same stunts every time a mystery pain pops up.
And we're reminded every time some specific body part hurts or someone notices a particularly interesting scare. "Oh, yeah, that comes from when we did ice rink bumper cars with our dad's Buick GNX that didn't have reverse after downing one too many Bartels & James hyped with Blue Curacao and Babycham, or a whole case of Hooch mixed into Hawaiian Punch..."
Yupp. The found memories :-) I now relive every one of those stunts every morning when I attemp to getvout of bed and start my day :-) painful now but oooohhhh was it fun then :-)
if my kid want to learn the hard way & i told them not to also i tell them if u cry i tell ur mom to look away dont baby u cuz i tell her u did something dumb to get hurt
it's really nice seeing a kid being a kid instead of nonstop screen time. I had 3 brothers, we were all about a year apart, grew up in the '60's and this was a good example - although we'd do it down a slope far away from any grownups!
I am seriously loving this channel. 1966 here, I am the oldest and a girl. I have 2 brothers, one right behind me, 1967 and the other, 1970. We were all crazy !!! They did everything Sir talks about here. Body parts were ripped off (literally to my horror) or broken, my brothers, "Sissy can you get us a Band-Aid ?" I can still build you the best fort or ramp around, our father was a contractor so we created some wild stuff. Jumpinglauching a mini bike off the slide 😂❤😂. My 77 yr old mother's word for kids today, feral.
@Scott Crawford It was great wasn't it ?! When my folks moved to be with me and my baby brother in Florida, my father designed and built their home. My kids were about 8 and 11 and of course my brother and I helped. I will never forget my kids looking at my father like he was nuts when he handed them some gloves and told them today you two are helping to put on a roof. They thought he was kidding, he then told them to grab a stack of shingles and get up on the roof. They looked at me and I told them, I'm running the nail gun behind him while Grandpa's laying shingles, keep up. As horrifying as it is to some people, I raised my kids like we were and am proud to say they are both very tough, hard workers.
Love it. I’ve never been prouder of my son than when he was about 5 years old and he was staying the summer at his grandmas and I went to visit. She has a tire swing he was playing on and he goes. “ dad! Watch this!” He had taken her 3 step folding ladder and set it up a few feet away. He stood at the top rope and hand, swings out and fell flat on his chest. Basically knocking his wind out and getting dusty. Holding in a laugh I asked if he was ok. (Seeing the embarrassment on his face. ). He replies in a groan. Yeah! I said “ are you going to do it again “? He replied “ yeah”. Lmao! I said. “I love you budddy”. “That was an awesome try”. And gave him some direction on how to jump and hold on. Best day ever!!
He’s off to a good start. He just needs to climb some trees fall out of said trees when the branches break, jump, his bicycle over makeshift ramps, better yet have your friends lay down in the street and just try to jump over as many of them as you can, change places with a friend on the ground and enjoy the thrill of watching those bicycle tires hopefully fly overhead, set up a makeshift snow ramp at the edge of a creek. See if you can clear the creek on your sled. Those are just some of life lessons That I learned out in the great wide world as a kid. Oh, here’s another one: ride on the back of a dirtbike with a friend you might be going to fast and run face first into an evergreen tree, but it’s a good lesson and you’ll get back on to try it again.
😎…f around and find out…I think I 🤔 remember Mom stitching THAT one on a pillow…Yep. SUPERB Childhood - those were The Days 🇺🇸❣️🇺🇸 Keep ‘em coming, Sir, PLEASE!!
When I was in elementary school, we had a giant pile of tires on our playground, and a hill. I look back and wonder who ever thought that was a good idea, then I think of all the fun we had.
After having six kids, I have run out of f***s to give. I've done my part. If they still want to do the dumbs after I said "don't" it's their own fault and I won't shed a single tear.
@@janedoe4471 TFIG a rando who shits on a mother's healthy reproductive system functioning the way it's supposed to = 0 My deepest condolences for your bereft sex life.
Born 1962 to deaf parents grateful to learn I wasn’t alone growing up feral. Just more feral than most. After all we controlled the phone and the door. When some poor fool tried telling on us 😅! What surprises me today is realizing no one had the forethought to bring pen and paper to the conversation.
Story of my life with kids and adults. Plus, I appreciate your insight for the poor parent. There are both ways to look at his experience. Thank you for the insightful clarity, with the humor.
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Chicks dig scars. The emergency room is ALWAYS open. Carry on young man, there is a vast and exciting world out there waiting for you.
WHAT?! I wanted to see how that turned out. But, for the rest, I completely agree. Honestly the fact that I survived childhood is just blind luck or devine intervention. And all of my existing scars come with good stories. Roll my little brother!
I am 50 and have no kids, but my brother (he's 47) has 3. We encouraged his kids to do things and learn about natural consequences. After all.... pain is a good motivator. Two of his three kids graduated early from high school. One is going for pre-med, one has the skills of a welder and an electrician and one works for Amazon. He raised them the way he and I were brought up, and even now they would rather be out socializing with friends and be outdoors than play video games. His girl prefers reading to watching tv or playing video games, but she isn't a fan of being outdoors (sadly). They can also all tell time on an analog clock and can navigate and drive without using gps. Makes me proud, but I'm sad to say his kids seem to be the exception to most younger ones these days.
Many of my best learned lessons came from mom and dad telling me it was a bad idea, then helping me up after I smacked into, fell off of, got hit by, and/or got tangled up into whatever bad idea I was working with.
Finn, at least your parent noticed you were outside doing that. Back in our day once we were let out that door we were on our own till the streetlights came on. Lol
Lol... we played and swam in the nearby ditches and canals. There is this huge siphon in town, runs down the hill and up the otherside, to bring ditch water to the otherside of the canyon( under the train tresses)....anyway! We used to jump in the side of that siphon that shot out the water, and get launched down the ditch canal. Lucky to be alive today, since the ditch gods took at lest 1 person a year....wish I was still as fearless.
I forgot about tires. Ohh the memories are flooding back. Edit: I should say.. bouncing back. Flooding back, might be more applicable to the slip and slide.
I was 12 we built a louge run about a 1/4 mile long You could reach speeds of 60 miles an hr as a kid in a big blue grain sack. Incredible. Lots of wipeouts thank god for lots of snow. Christmas Eve we had a great snow party sledding and tubing and of course the run. Every adult in a 50 mile radius could hardly walk on Christmas Day. The wipeouts were at a whole new level that night. Glorious.
My brother and I still haven't told our parents half of what we did as kids we got hurt we made up stories about how we got hurt that would be acceptable to the grown-ups and went right about our play the very next week I think my brother broke his collarbone five times before he graduated high school LOL damn those were good times
Definitely a learning experience. I also learned about the power of electricity as a small child. Decided to stick mom’s keys to her 78 Monte Carlo into an outlet. Needless to say I figured out the power of electricity twice because I got the key stuck and my mom told me to remove it after I put it there or else it was an ass beating. Yeah so anyways I got the keys out and still got beat. I’m 36 now and I must say I’ve become a lot more cautious as I age.
I did the same thing in an old tractor tire. After I stopped, threw up a few times. Got my balance back..... I was ready to go again. My big brother stop me from trying again. He figured I'd pushed my luck enough that day. And he bribed me with a "push pop" in the freezer in the garage.... Good times.
My man , i dont know if there is a delay in Generational stuff from the US to Europe , but i love your very relatable videos - Im a 90s Kid , yet i resonate very much with your view and opinions - Keep doing stuff man , i love your channel
By the time I was 7 yrs old, I had already had a dislocated shoulder and 2 broken arms. The arms were both at the same time. I was an active kid, and I'm still here.
We did that in tires many times. Also sled riding - we'd carry buckets of water to have an iced course, not just packed snow AND see who wrecked the best. Once we were old enough to know better & drive, we'd shoe ski on ropes behind vehicles - again whoever wrecked best the winner. Brother won; rounding curve, through snow bank, & 30 more feet downhill into stream. Good times
Natural consequences are important and often leave scars that come with great stories! We've had many occasions to tell our girls - that's going to be a good scar!😊😆
For our oldest sons 4th birthday we got him a battery powered jeep. Part of our driveway was at least 3ft off the ground with a slope that went downhill. We put it on the driveway for him and turned him loose. The very first thing he did was drive it straight off that section of driveway. He and the jeep went end over end. He got up and was ok. We put the jeep back on the driveway and I be damn if he didn’t do it again. I asked my husband, I wonder how many times he’s gonna do that? I didn’t know my son was listening and he said, Last time! Last time mommy! 😂😂😂 And he didn’t do it again. But he learned. Some of the best lessons we learn the hard way.
He is a bold one, especially seeing him line up on the hard surface instead of the grass. Also, the tire you used in your youth probably had double side wall to help act as suspension. I will say he does fit well, it would be hard to resist the temptation to go for a little spin.
It's more the low profile tire he was using that concerns me more than anything back in our day we used REAL TIRES not those low profile none cushioning ones...
I can attest that there are many 'lessons' I'd learned while doing some, what I can now look back as, incredibly stupid things. I find, as I progress in my years, that there are now what I consider 'reminder pains' that arise, which bring back many of those learning experiences.
Back in my day. This was one of those "when you kill yourself. Don't come crying to me" moments. Whem it did kill me I got the 'ol " that's whatcha git fer not lisenin". Then got the "just walk it off. You're fine".
Yup. We've done that,only with a bigger tire, dad suggested the football helmet. We also tried jumping from a tree using an umbrella. I can tell you this, the bigger the umbrella, the faster it gets ripped out of your hands. Of course, you can always try a sheet of cardboard, and a tall grassy hill.. fun times. Painful,but fun.
Ahhh yes… tyres. Reminds me of when I was about 9 or 10 and was on a rope tyre swing. Rope snapped at full swing and I went flying. Landed on my back on stacks of bricks. Totally winded. In pain. Got told to suck it up and walk it off. The good old “you’ll be right”. I was. But found out years later I crushed two vertebrae doing it. Yeah. Broke my back and walked it off. And that my friends is why you don’t piss off Gen X.
Memories…I was the only granddaughter among many grandsons. They once stuffed me into a tire, pushed me off a steep hill with such speed that I crossed the road at the bottom and proceeded to fly up the following hill before a tree jumped out and brought my flying saucer to an abrupt stop. Yes I did drag that tire back to the start and yell “push me again!” 🤦♀️
I went down a hill on a bicycle going 60 mph fell off ended up in hospital. All my dad said was did you learn your lesson? I said yes and never did it again after weeks of being in bed. Learning the hard way isn't all bad. Sometimes you have to learn the hard way.
When I was in grade school the yard had a fairly large hill. Not too steep, but very long. The gym teacher would haul out a bunch of tires and inner-tubes (like you would go in a river with) for us to ride down. He would warn us to slow down before hitting the fence at the end (was grass so just fall over to stop yourself), but someone would always panic or something and nail that thing hard. That's what the nurse was for though and the next nice day when everything aligned the tires would come out again. During winter we also had school approved snow ball fights. Only rules were no rocks and don't aim for the head (hitting someone in the head got you sitting out the rest of recess). No rule agains taking your gloves off to use the heat of your hands to make an ice ball though. Nothing like coming home looked like you got beat by a sack full of rocks. Good times. Kids today are missing out.
2 of my grandkids wanted to trailer surf the other day. Wouldn't let them but was so proud. My son and I wanted to do the same thing but had no one else to drive.😂
70s born. I have more scars and broken bones from F'n around before the age of 12 than todays kids will get thier whole life. Some i dont even remember how I got them. But the scars and clicks in my joints remind me that something horrible or fun happened.
We used fertiliser bags from a local farm as sleds, down a hill towards an up slope/ramp of snow, a hedge and a road. You either bailed out or hoped to get enough air to cross the single carriage road and land in the snow in the next field. Nobody ever made it but some tried. I'll leave the breakages to your imagination😂
yep, we did this. not ina tire, but in large trck tubes. We took 2 adn tied them together and then climbed in and had big hills near by where we couldn't hit anything. So dizzy.
The kid is just being a kid let him have fun he may get a scratch or two. If he does say I told you that you might get hurt. Then give him a hug and tell him how much you love him❤
Do it UNTIL you get hurt. Find out just how much pain you can take. I found my limits early in life and now I'm not scared of s**t! Of course, I'm a gen X so... crazy I guess.
An old pram and sheet of plywood gave me tremendous fun and a good number of injuries. And we won't go into details about the inadvisable skis I made from webbing, staples and some offcuts of skirting board...
Many years ago, my neighbor and I were talking when we both just stopped and looked over at his son. He was doing something stupid and about to get "A mild wakeup call" about consequences. We just stared at him, waiting for the inevitable. When it happened, his father said "I bet you won't do that again will you?"
Me watching my brothers do something knowing as the youngest it was going to go awfully wrong but that slightest of hopes that it might not. But still saying yeah you go first and then we will see. Then having to go get an adult to save them or getting the first aid box and patch them up 😂oh the memories.
My brothers taught me how to ride a bike by putting me on it and pushing me down a hill. My dad taught me how to swim by throwing me in a lake so I can swim back to shore. I remember him telling my mom that all little kids (I was 5) know how to swim already.
It was stunts like this that made growing up fun, and almost 5 decades later, I'm still having fun remembering those very same stunts every time a mystery pain pops up.
@Scott Crawford sounds like fun. Great memories!... I might have tried it again.
Yep! If you're 50+ years old and your body is in pristine condition, you didn't do it right. 🤣🤣🤣
The game of “F*** Around Find Out” was our favorite, as well as, our way of life.
And we're reminded every time some specific body part hurts or someone notices a particularly interesting scare. "Oh, yeah, that comes from when we did ice rink bumper cars with our dad's Buick GNX that didn't have reverse after downing one too many Bartels & James hyped with Blue Curacao and Babycham, or a whole case of Hooch mixed into Hawaiian Punch..."
Yupp. The found memories :-) I now relive every one of those stunts every morning when I attemp to getvout of bed and start my day :-) painful now but oooohhhh was it fun then :-)
Perhaps the old ways, the Before Times, are making a comeback indeed.
The Birthgivers may just have a fighting chance again
We need more people in the world like you sir.
HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE AND IDENTIFY WITH EVERY WORD THIS JEDI MASTER HAS TO SAY!!!
RESPECT MY GOOD MAN!
I raised 3 boys and i can tell you if boys dont make crazy choices like this then they didnt really have a childhood.
i had 3 brothers, we were all close in age & they were constantly teaching this sister what not to do!
@@leward7788 because they learned the hard way.
“@&$% around and find out” 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Yes sir that’s exactly what’s about to happen
if my kid want to learn the hard way & i told them not to also i tell them if u cry i tell ur mom to look away dont baby u cuz i tell her u did something dumb to get hurt
it's really nice seeing a kid being a kid instead of nonstop screen time. I had 3 brothers, we were all about a year apart, grew up in the '60's and this was a good example - although we'd do it down a slope far away from any grownups!
I am seriously loving this channel. 1966 here, I am the oldest and a girl. I have 2 brothers, one right behind me, 1967 and the other, 1970. We were all crazy !!! They did everything Sir talks about here. Body parts were ripped off (literally to my horror) or broken, my brothers, "Sissy can you get us a Band-Aid ?" I can still build you the best fort or ramp around, our father was a contractor so we created some wild stuff. Jumpinglauching a mini bike off the slide 😂❤😂. My 77 yr old mother's word for kids today, feral.
@Scott Crawford It was great wasn't it ?! When my folks moved to be with me and my baby brother in Florida, my father designed and built their home. My kids were about 8 and 11 and of course my brother and I helped. I will never forget my kids looking at my father like he was nuts when he handed them some gloves and told them today you two are helping to put on a roof. They thought he was kidding, he then told them to grab a stack of shingles and get up on the roof. They looked at me and I told them, I'm running the nail gun behind him while Grandpa's laying shingles, keep up. As horrifying as it is to some people, I raised my kids like we were and am proud to say they are both very tough, hard workers.
Feral. Very apporopo.
Love it. I’ve never been prouder of my son than when he was about 5 years old and he was staying the summer at his grandmas and I went to visit. She has a tire swing he was playing on and he goes. “ dad! Watch this!” He had taken her 3 step folding ladder and set it up a few feet away. He stood at the top rope and hand, swings out and fell flat on his chest. Basically knocking his wind out and getting dusty. Holding in a laugh I asked if he was ok. (Seeing the embarrassment on his face. ). He replies in a groan. Yeah! I said “ are you going to do it again “? He replied “ yeah”. Lmao! I said. “I love you budddy”. “That was an awesome try”. And gave him some direction on how to jump and hold on. Best day ever!!
He’s off to a good start. He just needs to climb some trees fall out of said trees when the branches break, jump, his bicycle over makeshift ramps, better yet have your friends lay down in the street and just try to jump over as many of them as you can, change places with a friend on the ground and enjoy the thrill of watching those bicycle tires hopefully fly overhead, set up a makeshift snow ramp at the edge of a creek. See if you can clear the creek on your sled. Those are just some of life lessons That I learned out in the great wide world as a kid. Oh, here’s another one: ride on the back of a dirtbike with a friend you might be going to fast and run face first into an evergreen tree, but it’s a good lesson and you’ll get back on to try it again.
😎…f around and find out…I think I 🤔 remember Mom stitching THAT one on a pillow…Yep. SUPERB Childhood - those were The Days 🇺🇸❣️🇺🇸 Keep ‘em coming, Sir, PLEASE!!
Its high time she starts teaching him to be proud of his scars because hes earning them. 😂
When I was in elementary school, we had a giant pile of tires on our playground, and a hill. I look back and wonder who ever thought that was a good idea, then I think of all the fun we had.
After having six kids, I have run out of f***s to give. I've done my part. If they still want to do the dumbs after I said "don't" it's their own fault and I won't shed a single tear.
Six?! Find some tv to binge watch ffs!
@@janedoe4471 TFIG a rando who shits on a mother's healthy reproductive system functioning the way it's supposed to = 0
My deepest condolences for your bereft sex life.
My good sir, you are awesome! The family and I absolutely love what you do, truth and honesty in a whole new way! YES!!
Born 1962 to deaf parents grateful to learn I wasn’t alone growing up feral. Just more feral than most. After all we controlled the phone and the door. When some poor fool tried telling on us 😅! What surprises me today is realizing no one had the forethought to bring pen and paper to the conversation.
He's one of us. Bad decisions make great stories.
Story of my life with kids and adults. Plus, I appreciate your insight for the poor parent. There are both ways to look at his experience. Thank you for the insightful clarity, with the humor.
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Chicks dig scars.
The emergency room is ALWAYS open.
Carry on young man, there is a vast and exciting world out there waiting for you.
WHAT?! I wanted to see how that turned out. But, for the rest, I completely agree. Honestly the fact that I survived childhood is just blind luck or devine intervention. And all of my existing scars come with good stories. Roll my little brother!
That brought tears of laughter
im starting to love this guy. this is exactly what a good dad should be. Im subscribed as of NOW
The best advice that can be given.
I am 50 and have no kids, but my brother (he's 47) has 3. We encouraged his kids to do things and learn about natural consequences. After all.... pain is a good motivator. Two of his three kids graduated early from high school. One is going for pre-med, one has the skills of a welder and an electrician and one works for Amazon. He raised them the way he and I were brought up, and even now they would rather be out socializing with friends and be outdoors than play video games. His girl prefers reading to watching tv or playing video games, but she isn't a fan of being outdoors (sadly). They can also all tell time on an analog clock and can navigate and drive without using gps. Makes me proud, but I'm sad to say his kids seem to be the exception to most younger ones these days.
yes he will, and the Mother she too will raise a strong child, able to withstand the trials of life, fully developed with both strength and courage.
I'm Loving Gen A The Little Honey Badgers. They Remind Me Of Gen X So Much With These Experiments LMFAO😂🤣😭
There was just one thing missing and that was his friend pushing him to get started when I see things like this it gives me hope
Many of my best learned lessons came from mom and dad telling me it was a bad idea, then helping me up after I smacked into, fell off of, got hit by, and/or got tangled up into whatever bad idea I was working with.
Love your work.. to be sure to be sure !
I'm so glad this channel popped up in my RUclips feed. I have been enjoying it
This has quickly become one of my favorite channels! 😂❤😂❤😂❤
Love this guy. No nonsense. Just common sense.
That child may just have the time of his life, hurt or not. Live free or die trying young man!
You forgot to tell him about the awesome scars he's going to get! That's the gift that keeps on giving.
Finn, at least your parent noticed you were outside doing that. Back in our day once we were let out that door we were on our own till the streetlights came on. Lol
Lol... we played and swam in the nearby ditches and canals. There is this huge siphon in town, runs down the hill and up the otherside, to bring ditch water to the otherside of the canyon( under the train tresses)....anyway! We used to jump in the side of that siphon that shot out the water, and get launched down the ditch canal. Lucky to be alive today, since the ditch gods took at lest 1 person a year....wish I was still as fearless.
I forgot about tires. Ohh the memories are flooding back. Edit: I should say.. bouncing back. Flooding back, might be more applicable to the slip and slide.
Some of my memories are coming back: after being forcefully taken by repeatedly hitting my head.
#Facts💯
I idolized and emulated Evel Knievel as a boy and well into my late teens. I'm paying for it all now but, those memories are priceless.
His accent makes this so much more awesome advice
I was 12 we built a louge run about a 1/4 mile long You could reach speeds of 60 miles an hr as a kid in a big blue grain sack. Incredible. Lots of wipeouts thank god for lots of snow. Christmas Eve we had a great snow party sledding and tubing and of course the run. Every adult in a 50 mile radius could hardly walk on Christmas Day. The wipeouts were at a whole new level that night. Glorious.
My brother and I still haven't told our parents half of what we did as kids we got hurt we made up stories about how we got hurt that would be acceptable to the grown-ups and went right about our play the very next week I think my brother broke his collarbone five times before he graduated high school LOL damn those were good times
Definitely a learning experience. I also learned about the power of electricity as a small child. Decided to stick mom’s keys to her 78 Monte Carlo into an outlet. Needless to say I figured out the power of electricity twice because I got the key stuck and my mom told me to remove it after I put it there or else it was an ass beating. Yeah so anyways I got the keys out and still got beat. I’m 36 now and I must say I’ve become a lot more cautious as I age.
I did the same thing in an old tractor tire.
After I stopped, threw up a few times. Got my balance back..... I was ready to go again.
My big brother stop me from trying again. He figured I'd pushed my luck enough that day. And he bribed me with a "push pop" in the freezer in the garage....
Good times.
Heck, I would be the first one to push him down the driveway. 😂
It's the perfect teachable moment.
Thanks 4 this brother.
Semper Fi
My man , i dont know if there is a delay in Generational stuff from the US to Europe , but i love your very relatable videos - Im a 90s Kid , yet i resonate very much with your view and opinions - Keep doing stuff man , i love your channel
he is going places. I trust him more than most of the governmental leaders we have now. FJB and FKH
By the time I was 7 yrs old, I had already had a dislocated shoulder and 2 broken arms. The arms were both at the same time. I was an active kid, and I'm still here.
The great sage FAFO has taught me a few things in my formative years.
Possessed by a Gen X soul that wasn’t done smacking life around.
Dude you are the best, make my work so easy
We did that in tires many times. Also sled riding - we'd carry buckets of water to have an iced course, not just packed snow AND see who wrecked the best. Once we were old enough to know better & drive, we'd shoe ski on ropes behind vehicles - again whoever wrecked best the winner. Brother won; rounding curve, through snow bank, & 30 more feet downhill into stream. Good times
Natural consequences are important and often leave scars that come with great stories! We've had many occasions to tell our girls - that's going to be a good scar!😊😆
For our oldest sons 4th birthday we got him a battery powered jeep. Part of our driveway was at least 3ft off the ground with a slope that went downhill. We put it on the driveway for him and turned him loose. The very first thing he did was drive it straight off that section of driveway. He and the jeep went end over end. He got up and was ok. We put the jeep back on the driveway and I be damn if he didn’t do it again. I asked my husband, I wonder how many times he’s gonna do that? I didn’t know my son was listening and he said, Last time! Last time mommy! 😂😂😂 And he didn’t do it again. But he learned. Some of the best lessons we learn the hard way.
He is a bold one, especially seeing him line up on the hard surface instead of the grass. Also, the tire you used in your youth probably had double side wall to help act as suspension. I will say he does fit well, it would be hard to resist the temptation to go for a little spin.
It's more the low profile tire he was using that concerns me more than anything back in our day we used REAL TIRES not those low profile none cushioning ones...
I can attest that there are many 'lessons' I'd learned while doing some, what I can now look back as, incredibly stupid things. I find, as I progress in my years, that there are now what I consider 'reminder pains' that arise, which bring back many of those learning experiences.
GOOOOOD video.
Signed
Survivor of 6 decades of similar Shenanigans.
Getting hurt is the best lessons in life.
That's what my mom said just before my friends and I decided to play paint ball with bb guns.
Used to roll around in tires down hill when I was a kid. When the trip was over, I could not even remember my name, but damn it was fun :)
I am Gen X and raised all 3 other generations after me, while helping out 3 generations before me.
And as a Gen X, I am afraid of Gen A.
If you aint F'n round n Find'n out at least once a day you aint live'n....
X
I rode down hills in old modified racing tires. Nobody tried to stop us. Girl power🤣
Back in my day. This was one of those "when you kill yourself. Don't come crying to me" moments. Whem it did kill me I got the 'ol " that's whatcha git fer not lisenin". Then got the "just walk it off. You're fine".
Yup. We've done that,only with a bigger tire, dad suggested the football helmet. We also tried jumping from a tree using an umbrella. I can tell you this, the bigger the umbrella, the faster it gets ripped out of your hands. Of course, you can always try a sheet of cardboard, and a tall grassy hill.. fun times. Painful,but fun.
Ahhh yes… tyres.
Reminds me of when I was about 9 or 10 and was on a rope tyre swing. Rope snapped at full swing and I went flying. Landed on my back on stacks of bricks. Totally winded. In pain. Got told to suck it up and walk it off. The good old “you’ll be right”. I was. But found out years later I crushed two vertebrae doing it. Yeah. Broke my back and walked it off.
And that my friends is why you don’t piss off Gen X.
Mothers
"Stop right there, don't even think about it!"
Fathers
"Ok make sure your hands and feet are all the way in. Ok, ready?"
We love you Dadbod Veteran fellow GenX brother❣️❣️❣️😅😂👍💯
Memories…I was the only granddaughter among many grandsons. They once stuffed me into a tire, pushed me off a steep hill with such speed that I crossed the road at the bottom and proceeded to fly up the following hill before a tree jumped out and brought my flying saucer to an abrupt stop. Yes I did drag that tire back to the start and yell “push me again!” 🤦♀️
I went down a hill on a bicycle going 60 mph fell off ended up in hospital. All my dad said was did you learn your lesson? I said yes and never did it again after weeks of being in bed. Learning the hard way isn't all bad. Sometimes you have to learn the hard way.
Whenever my sons said “ hey,mom look”
I knew some daredevil stuff was next.
When I was in grade school the yard had a fairly large hill. Not too steep, but very long. The gym teacher would haul out a bunch of tires and inner-tubes (like you would go in a river with) for us to ride down. He would warn us to slow down before hitting the fence at the end (was grass so just fall over to stop yourself), but someone would always panic or something and nail that thing hard. That's what the nurse was for though and the next nice day when everything aligned the tires would come out again.
During winter we also had school approved snow ball fights. Only rules were no rocks and don't aim for the head (hitting someone in the head got you sitting out the rest of recess). No rule agains taking your gloves off to use the heat of your hands to make an ice ball though. Nothing like coming home looked like you got beat by a sack full of rocks.
Good times. Kids today are missing out.
2 of my grandkids wanted to trailer surf the other day. Wouldn't let them but was so proud. My son and I wanted to do the same thing but had no one else to drive.😂
70s born. I have more scars and broken bones from F'n around before the age of 12 than todays kids will get thier whole life.
Some i dont even remember how I got them. But the scars and clicks in my joints remind me that something horrible or fun happened.
She forgot something! "Don't come crying to me when you're dead!"
I’m over 50. I did this in a tractor tire last year. Fun times.
Native American don't believe in stopping they're kids from putting they're hands in the fire, it's the best way to learn.
My parents always said “when u don’t listen..you feel” and I’ve told my kids the same thing
It's going to hurt... experience often does but it's invaluable
Hopefully he keeps this and many othe stunts alive.
In 1976, we were doing exactly this.....and worse!
Not gonna lie... I'd be cheering him on 😬
We used fertiliser bags from a local farm as sleds, down a hill towards an up slope/ramp of snow, a hedge and a road. You either bailed out or hoped to get enough air to cross the single carriage road and land in the snow in the next field. Nobody ever made it but some tried. I'll leave the breakages to your imagination😂
🔥🔥 I totally did this as a kid. 😂
yep, we did this. not ina tire, but in large trck tubes. We took 2 adn tied them together and then climbed in and had big hills near by where we couldn't hit anything. So dizzy.
The kid is just being a kid let him have fun he may get a scratch or two. If he does say I told you that you might get hurt. Then give him a hug and tell him how much you love him❤
Do it UNTIL you get hurt. Find out just how much pain you can take. I found my limits early in life and now I'm not scared of s**t! Of course, I'm a gen X so... crazy I guess.
An old pram and sheet of plywood gave me tremendous fun and a good number of injuries.
And we won't go into details about the inadvisable skis I made from webbing, staples and some offcuts of skirting board...
Many years ago, my neighbor and I were talking when we both just stopped and looked over at his son. He was doing something stupid and about to get "A mild wakeup call" about consequences. We just stared at him, waiting for the inevitable. When it happened, his father said "I bet you won't do that again will you?"
But where is the rest of the video? I wanna see how this turns out.
Me watching my brothers do something knowing as the youngest it was going to go awfully wrong but that slightest of hopes that it might not. But still saying yeah you go first and then we will see. Then having to go get an adult to save them or getting the first aid box and patch them up 😂oh the memories.
Roll on Lil’ Bro! 🤟🏻
Gen X is the best, never a stunt to dangerous. The kid has a gen x heart 😂
We rode down the hill in front of our house and jumped off our Schwinn or Huffy onto the front lawn emulating Evel Knievel crashing..😂
😂😂 band aide and suck it up 😅😂 we did that stuff when I was a kid 😅😅 we all survived it!!
Omg. Let the kid have fun. Injuries are a part of childhood.
My brothers taught me how to ride a bike by putting me on it and pushing me down a hill. My dad taught me how to swim by throwing me in a lake so I can swim back to shore. I remember him telling my mom that all little kids (I was 5) know how to swim already.
Down hill with your brother pushing to outrageous speed and all the neighborhood gang gathered to witness (and then take their turns). Awesome.
Ah the good ole days. Pretty soon hell have broom stick fights on stilts. They were good times indeed