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  • HardyGirl
    Mego Museum's Poster Girl
    • Apr 3, 2007
    • 13950

    The fun things about being 5 yrs. old

    Do you ever look back at a time in your life and think: "That was a great age." Well I did have lotsa great ages in my childhood, but today I'm picking 5.
    Some of the great things about being 5 for me were:

    1) Kindergarten: I went to Countee Cullen school in NYC for nursery school and kindergarten. (not a public school) My teachers were Ms. Brown, Ms. Young, Ms. Ellman for music and the director was Ms. Taylor.

    2) Watching cool stuff on TV on the days I didn't have school: I didn't have to go to school every day, so I really loved watching stuff like The Monkees, F-Troop, Please Don't Eat the Daisies, Nanny & The Professor, Felix The Cat, Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse, Underdog, Bullwinkle, Romper Room, Joya's Fun School and Magic Garden. And on Saturday mornings: Lidsville and the Bugaloos!

    3)Being small enough to do somersaults on the couch and not have my mom get mad at me!

    4) When my older siblings would babysit me: Esp. my brother Darryl. He could be a real pain sometimes, but at least he played w/ me. We'd play w/ his electric football set, and his Hot Wheels, and we'd walk to the corner store and get candy or soda. Sometimes we'd go to the park and yell and make echoes under the tunnel on the way there. We'd sing to his tape deck he'd carry everywhere, and he always let me stay up late and watch TV. I clearly remember watching then '66 Batman Movie on TV one night.

    5) My dad used to always come home w/ a surprise for me: He'd always come home halfway thru the Flintstones (which is how a 5-yr.-old tells time!) and have something: candy, gum, a new coloring book, a cap gun, Matchbox cars, a Marx Tommy gun, a Citgo SSP car.

    6) Long Sunday drives w/ the whole family: remember when folks used to take drives for the heck of it? We'd go driving thru upstate NY and look at the houses, and maybe go out to eat afterwards.

    7) I got my first watch: and I kept that thing til it was stolen when I was 16!

    OK, OK, I'm getting lost in yesterday here, 'cos I could go on forever. What great thing do you remember about being 5?
    Last edited by HardyGirl; Apr 8, '08, 2:57 PM.
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  • Mikey
    Verbose Member
    • Aug 9, 2001
    • 47258

    #2
    5 years old was a lousy age for me...
    Probably the worst...

    My old man just died -- and I had to start school right after-- which I didn't want too.
    I remember crying for "my mom" everyday in Kindergarten for like 6 weeks straight

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    • Adam West
      Museum CPA
      • Apr 14, 2003
      • 6822

      #3
      For me, it wasn't specific memories but having no real responsibilities and living carefree.

      The last part of the Vietnam War was taking place and I had no clue nor did I care.

      MLK Jr. was assasinated the year I was born but I had no clue there were racial conflicts and was happy to grow up in a household where everyone was welcomed.

      I could eat anything I wanted and never worried about calorie intake or weight gain.

      One of my fondest memories was the day I became an official member of the Captain 20 club which was really big in the Washington D.C. area and the station with all the great cartoons. I would watch everyday and fully expected my name to be announced over the air as winning that day....didn't know a thing about statistics or chances. I never won and was never disappointed.
      "The farther we go, the more the ultimate explanation recedes from us, and all we have left is faith."
      ~Vaclav Hlavaty

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      • Seeker
        Neptunians RULE!
        • Feb 20, 2008
        • 1954

        #4
        Originally posted by Adam West
        For me, it wasn't specific memories but having no real responsibilities and living carefree.

        Agreed. Long summer vacations where you actually lost track of what day it was because you never had to look at a calandar.

        You played outside from dawn till the street lights came on.

        Saturday morning cartoons from the time you got up till the afternoon. With big bowls of sugared cereals.

        You still believed there was magic in the world. Santa, the tooth fairy

        Good guys always won in the end.....

        You could color outside the lines and nobody cared....
        Lo there do I see my Father.
        Lo there do I see my Mother and my Sisters and my Brothers.
        Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the begining.
        Lo they do call me.
        They bid me take my place among them.
        In the halls of Valhalla where the brave may live forever.

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        • grayhank
          That Fisher Price Guy
          • Feb 9, 2007
          • 1134

          #5
          Hmm being 5...it's a wonder I made it to age 6. I believe my older brother by 3 years was out to eliminate me because he wanted to be an only child. He broke my collarbone by flipping me over his shoulder and onto a rock (ouch!). He shot me with an arrow (with steel tip) right in the chin. If it had been any lower or higher I probably wouldn't be writing this now. And let's not forget the many incidents were he believed I was a human moving target for his BB gun practice.

          When he wasn't out to get me I was busy getting into my own mishaps. I ran through a barbed wire fence and got 5 stitches on the side of my mouth. Found out that even the bees were out to get me because they'd sting me and my mom would frantically drive me to the hospital because I'd swell up and break into hives (no pun). Then there was the dog attack (another 10 stitches in my arm). All of these events happened at age 5.

          But I do remember some very fun things too. Saturday morning TV with HR Pufnstuf, Here Comes the Grump and also The Bugaloos. My grandfather would take me and "Rambo" (my brother) to the penny candy store and we would stock up on tootsie rolls, lollipops, fire balls and those great sweets. Mom would also drop us off at the local children's matenee every Saturday (in those days you could do that) and we'd see some great kids movie while eating .25 cent popcorn. One of my favorites that I remember was "The Phantom Tollbooth".

          Summer was the best. I grew up next to a river and would spend all summer playing in the water. I learned to swim and how to row a boat very early, so I would often go hunting for Painted Turtles and keep them as pets (until Dad always made me let them go). Good times!
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          • mitchedwards
            Mego Preservation Society
            • May 2, 2003
            • 11781

            #6
            They days always seemed to go one forever as a child. I think that was the best part of being 5.

            I swear now a day only lasts 20-30 minutes.


            Think B.A. Where did you hide the Megos?

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            • Earth 2 Chris
              Verbose Member
              • Mar 7, 2004
              • 32966

              #7
              I had a crazy kindergarten teacher. I was the most gentle child you'd ever meet, but she swore I was a "bully" because I was the tallest kid in class. For some reason she was out to get me.

              It wasn't all bad. I interacted with other kids my age for the first time. I was a bit awkward and shy at first but made some lifelong friends.

              In the afternoons, on days my Mom worked, I'd get off the bus and go to my friend/classmate's house. Me, him and his twin sister would play. He had Megos too. We used his sister's Barbie dream house as Wayne Manor.

              Before I went to school, I'd go to my grandparents' house during the day while the parents were at work. My grandfather had just retired that year, so I got to hang out with him and run around town and go into old man places. I loved it.

              Chris
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              • toys2cool
                Ultimate Mego Warrior
                • Nov 27, 2006
                • 28605

                #8
                5 wasn't all that good for me,10 was a better year and my best was probably 15,great friends at that time
                "Time to nut up or shut up" -Tallahassee

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                • theantiquetiger
                  Fra-gee-lay Thats Italian
                  • Nov 12, 2005
                  • 3435

                  #9
                  Originally posted by Seeker

                  You still believed there was magic in the world. Santa, the tooth fairy
                  WHAT??? No Santa?!!! Tooth Fairy?!!!

                  This may sound funny, but I believe in Santa because I am now "Santa!" I get the same feeling now, as I did as a kid when I believed in Santa, watching my two young daughters open presents on Christmas morning.
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                  • Bizarro Amy
                    Formerly known as Del
                    • Dec 12, 2004
                    • 3336

                    #10
                    On Christmas Eve, one of Santa's elves called, checking to make sure we were good , even at the last minute, and to let us know what kind of cookies to put out for Santa. The elf sounded a lot like Grandma...
                    On Easter, we'd go to my grandparents' house and have a big meal. Then we planted jelly beans in all the potted plants and went out to hunt eggs. By the time we came back, the jelly beans had sprouted and grown into lollipops.
                    Not as much fun, but equally memorable, when I was 5ish and my brother was about 3, he stuck gum in my hair during church.
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                    • Hector
                      el Hombre de Acero
                      • May 19, 2003
                      • 31852

                      #11
                      When I was five years old, I was an idiot.

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                      • Hector
                        el Hombre de Acero
                        • May 19, 2003
                        • 31852

                        #12
                        Originally posted by type1kirk
                        5 years old was a lousy age for me...
                        Probably the worst...

                        My old man just died -- and I had to start school right after-- which I didn't want too.
                        I remember crying for "my mom" everyday in Kindergarten for like 6 weeks straight
                        That's messed up, Mike.
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                        • Mikey
                          Verbose Member
                          • Aug 9, 2001
                          • 47258

                          #13
                          Originally posted by Hector
                          That's messed up, Mike.
                          Probably why i'm so obnoxious today

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                          • Hector
                            el Hombre de Acero
                            • May 19, 2003
                            • 31852

                            #14
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                            • garagesale
                              Dept. of Mego Studies
                              • Aug 8, 2006
                              • 1142

                              #15
                              When my son turned 5 he noted, "I guess turning 5 is good and bad: you get a lot of presents, but you can't take a bath with your sister anymore."

                              JamesD

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