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As I said in the restaurant thread, sure I got frequent wooden spoon spankings, but I cannot believe my folks didn't pound me into the next century.
I would invite other kids over to play on our swing set, which was behind the garage. I would then tie those kids to the swing set my jump ropes and leave them there.
We lived in an old farmhouse and my bedroom was created out of the old third floor attic. My folks installed windows that opened inward and down, in hopes that I wouldn't fall out. Instead, they created the most amazing RAMPS! I would load my sister's Barbie dolls into their Corvette and place them on the window. As I lifted and closed the window,...it was a smashing three story finale for Barbie and pals!
The heating system in the farm house created it's own set of opportunities! I once started a fire in the ductwork by dumping all of my plastic barrettes down to the furnace.
The old ducts ran between the floors with brass vents directly above each other,...so one could look from one room into the room directly below. I can't tell you the number of babysitters we went through because I spit on them from my second floor playroom vent.
And once in a fit of anger, I dumped all the talc powder (which my mo bought in quantity) down the toilet and clogged, but good, the entire plumbing system.
And this was all before the age of six!
I would invite other kids over to play on our swing set, which was behind the garage. I would then tie those kids to the swing set my jump ropes and leave them there.
We lived in an old farmhouse and my bedroom was created out of the old third floor attic. My folks installed windows that opened inward and down, in hopes that I wouldn't fall out. Instead, they created the most amazing RAMPS! I would load my sister's Barbie dolls into their Corvette and place them on the window. As I lifted and closed the window,...it was a smashing three story finale for Barbie and pals!
The heating system in the farm house created it's own set of opportunities! I once started a fire in the ductwork by dumping all of my plastic barrettes down to the furnace.
The old ducts ran between the floors with brass vents directly above each other,...so one could look from one room into the room directly below. I can't tell you the number of babysitters we went through because I spit on them from my second floor playroom vent.
And once in a fit of anger, I dumped all the talc powder (which my mo bought in quantity) down the toilet and clogged, but good, the entire plumbing system.
And this was all before the age of six!
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