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We would follow railroad tracks for miles, and explore the woods. I didn't get into alcohol, but I did sneak smokes. I had a habit of breaking into abandoned homes and exploring them. I quit that when we once broke into a home that had looked abandoned but clearly was lived in. Scared me straight for awhile. But we did rob an old warehouse that had left behind nails used for nailguns. We took those and built a tree house using them and wood we found outback. I still remember doing that as I imagined tbat maybe we would discover a warehouse that had every Nintendo game ever made. Of course never found such a place. But did love the hunt.
Man, I got into smoking too. Still have the habit.
We robbed a delivery truck and took several boxes of camel cigarettes. Our little clubhouse was amazing. We built it from old chicken pens and an old chicken coop. The walls were made from an old above ground swimming pool. The backside had a floor, the front was just dirt. We had a couch, a tv, an N64, and an extension cord we ran across the creek and hung from a tree to power it all.
We hid the cigarettes under the floorboards, along with a poorly dried pot plant we stole from the best grower in town (who eventually started putting signs in front of them, “don’t steal this one, don’t steal this one, steal this one”).
My god I’d love to go back for a little while.
I quit smoking almost 10 years ago. My club house was bad ass. We had an elevator and one part had this huge heavy duty fishing neat thar we "found" and made it a four person hammock. We play our own versions on D&D, since some older kids we knew wouldn't let us play. But one of them was kind enough to teach us just enough so we could create our own. I had lot of fun in the early 90's. One good thing is there wasn't all the social media around and camera either. You just lived in the moment. Riding our bikes and just living for the day. I too miss those times. Even my kids didn't get to experience life the way we did.
Man, the cameras and the constantly being connected to everyone has flipped the world upside down.
I get it. I just put cameras up because a neighbor came over to tell me that some man was peaking into my 16 year old daughter’s window.
I just wish we had done all of this differently.
I don’t know. Just getting old I guess. It’s hard to see this as better.
I’ve always thought about this comment that Kurt Cobain made, he was talking about going into thrift stores and finding little treasures, and after he became wealthy that was over for him. He was bored with getting whatever he wanted.
We now live in a time where even the rarest shit is just a click away. Nothing about the world seems special anymore.
I don’t know. I remember my grandparents talking about this kind of thing. Maybe I’m just getting old. I just wish my kids could have the freedom that I had, completely and totally.