I remember getting together with my friends, and walking up and down the street looking for "return for deposit" cola bottles. We would gather them up, take them to our local supermarket, and trade them for cash to buy candy and more cokes. And it made it even better because it was "free"....
Hey Tamor, until I was 12 we lived in the Kuntry on my grandparents farm. It was right on the Ark/Mo line. Our community had a post office and an honest to goodness old timey general store.
We used to walk down the gravel road to the store and trade in our sodypop bottles for candy money. Sheer heaven!
There was a low water bridge we used to stop at on the way back. We would roll up our pants legs and wade in the creek to cool off in the summer. I could tell stories about my grandparents farm forever!
I remember how cool it was when aluminum cans came out. You could crush them so easily!
Remember when they had those tabs you had to pull completely off the can? We used to pull them off, drop them into the can, then drink the pop (you know... "soda").
He was the first big name casualty of steroid abuse.
Do you guys remember terry cloth shirts and square bottom knit ties. Those ties were a pain to make into a knot!
I don't know if they would have been called terry cloth but I had what I think was called a "guaze" material shirt. Man, I thought I was some kind of gift to the women . This tight fitting shirt pulled around my scrawny biceps and triceps.
My mom told me POINT BLANK when she saw that thing in the laundry hamper...if its going to get ironed, you'll be the one doing it. Its can be very hard being a gift!
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Hey Tamor, until I was 12 we lived in the Kuntry on my grandparents farm. It was right on the Ark/Mo line. Our community had a post office and an honest to goodness old timey general store.
We used to walk down the gravel road to the store and trade in our sodypop bottles for candy money. Sheer heaven!
There was a low water bridge we used to stop at on the way back. We would roll up our pants legs and wade in the creek to cool off in the summer. I could tell stories about my grandparents farm forever!
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You reminded me of when we had the bright idea to ride horses and steal some watermelons. My dad had 500 acres of them, but we didn't want his!
We tied up the horses, crawled down a row at a neighbors field, grabbed a melon, pushed it back up the row, got on the horses, jumped a creek and went back to the farm. Cut it open and it wasn't even ripe.
We told our father years later. He laughed his head off.
. This tight fitting shirt pulled around my scrawny biceps and triceps.
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