Remember The Old Days When?
 

You took joy in a new invention, toy, or anything you played with, that excited you?

BTW - I'm not talking about the birds and the bees. Keep it clean. :smiley:

For me, it was television!

What did you enjoy or got excited about, before you became an adult.

The landing on the moon. I wanted every book, rocket, toy that involved space exploration for many years. It helped kick start my love of scifi into a very high gear.

Remember The Old Days When?
 

I remember a point in my childhood when I felt the strong force of adulthood tugging at me. I was excited to be transformed but sad that I was losing my childhood. Simply being a child with all it's new discoveries was very exciting for me.

As soon as I grow up and become an adult I'll let you know. Till then I would just say everything. :-)

The most excited I was as a 'kid,' was getting my first job at 14 years old bagging groceries at the commissary for tips, which allowed me to buy my first mini-cycle (not mini-bike) a Benelli 50 and then a TNT Ski-Doo snowmachine.

I typically made about $50-$75 a week and with on-base movie admissions (including popcorn & a drink) costing 75 cents.....I literally couldn't spend what I made fast enough in 1969. :coolsmiley:



BTW - Great thread subject 2BNTV! :cool:

Roller skates with the key, and stilts.

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Getting my first bike. For me to get that excited today it might take a $65M brand new Gulfstream G650!

Let me know and I'll give you a good rate for a short term trip on mine.


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CNM

I understand the feeling, and I love the sentiment of this post. I can not, however, think about the joys of childhood without it occurring to me that not every child in America has a happy childhood, and I wish they could.

I remember when I could buy a coke for a dime and a candy bar for a nickle and a pizza for a quarter.

Remember buying a Devil Dog for 5 cents and penny candy, that tasted so good!!!

12 cents bought me a Superman comic !

OK, I lived with a nice Uncle, an amazing person, Coal miner in Southern Illinois. He taught me to make stuff and sell to friends:
Slingshots, from bushes, red rubber tire tubes from discards at the gas station, only one in town. (10 cents)
Stilts made from scrap lumber (15 cents)
Drag old bedsprings and steel from the junkyard over to an abandoned coal mine, drag the timbers over and push the steel into the hole, lay down at the edge and listen to it splash in the water at the bottom. Got some adults a bit upset at me for that.
Got 5 cents a person to take them down to a secret swampy lake to see my dad's battleship, whoops it is not here today.
Play marbles and fill cloth sugar bags with marbles to shoot in my slingshot.
Find and collect empty milk and RC cola bottles to get the refund. bbbbbb :smiley:

Unfortunately I remember the old days better than any day today.:D

for most of us recollections are not like a movie but a series of snapshots (power points)

I remember riding my bike over to Lake Nokomis in Minneapolis after dinner on summer evenings and going fishing. Caught some huge carp over there - and released them back into the lake.

As a pre-teen, it was model airplanes. Still do that.

When the ten dollar junkyard 1953 Chrysler Hemi engine I stuffed into my 1946 Ford Coupe roared to life and didn't smoke. I was sixteen and now at 72 I still have the catalog and all the order slips from Honest Charlie's Speed Shop that made that moment possible.

Wow! A guy I knew put a Hemi into a Ford coupe and had to move the firewall back. I put a '50 Olds in my '47 Ford coupe using an Honest Charlie adapter plate. Small world!

My brother is 7 years younger then me. It's not like we had a lot in common. But we lived close enough to NYC that a bus ride could get us close to Broadway. This is hard to believe but when he was 7, I could get Broadway two-fers at the local liqueur store. And for less then $15 we could go see a Broadway Show at the Saturday matinee.

My brother is far more successful then I have been. Now that the tables have turned, he takes me places.

I remember when my parents bought us a slinky! My sister, brother and I loved watching it come down the steps while we sang the slinky song.
Also, the joy in my heart as I approached the penny candy display still brings a smile to my face. :)

All I had to do is use adapters so the motormount adapter matched up to the old flathead mounts, drill the flywheel to accept the Ford pressure plate, adapt the bellhousing to the '39 Ford gearbox, and change the radiator. I did several of these swaps with various engines into '39-48 Fords and on one I had to drop the tie rod to clear the oil pan, but I don't recall which engine required that. Could have been the Chrysler.

Behind that strange name is a righteous gearhead !

Sold everything to move here..Jeep Commando, Triumph TR4, 1929 Flathead powered Ford roadster, Cushman Eagle, and a shop full of metal fab tools. Remorse for the Eagle...don't know why I sold that one, as it took up no room at all. Actually now that I think about it, I didn't sell up to move here, I sold up to leave there. Lived on the road for almost a year until we landed here. Remorse set in, and I have already bought a new MIG welder, so watch this space.