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<blockquote data-quote="mstang67chic" data-source="post: 14409" data-attributes="member: 2459"><p>This is too funny! I was just talking about some of this stuff with a friend last night. I grew up in the boonies. I did ride my bike but there really wasn't anywhere to ride to other than a girl 2 miles down the rode who I played with when I was desperate. (she was awful)</p><p></p><p>When my mom and step-dad got married, the house they bought was definately a fixer upper. That first winter we had a snowball fight in the living room from the snow that blew in under the door. For heat there was a fuel oil stove the first couple of winters until Dad installed a wood stove and took out the fuel oil stove. (I can still to this day whip up a roaring fire in no time flat without using any of those starter log things) Dad would cut wood every summer and always kept a stack outside the window of the "stove room". When it was particularly cold and nasty out, mom and I would try to out bribe each other for the outside turn. (I'll do the dishes for the next month if you take my turn) I was an only child (at that point) so clothes weren't too big of an issue. I rarely got the "cool" clothes until I was old enough to work and buy them myself but I had enough. Some new, some hand me downs from older cousins or stuff my Grandma got me. I never had a tv in my room but when I was 13 I did get a stereo for my birthday and no longer had to hold my tape recorder to the radio to tape songs! It had one "component" containing the radio, tape player and turntable. We didn't have a phone from the time I was 8 or 9 until after I graduated high school. (That was rotten when you lived out in the country) I started working when I was about 14 (summers only) detassling corn and did that for four years. I would then "live off of" my summer earnings for the school year. Bought my own school clothes, any "extras" I wanted beyond the basics the parents provided (name brand shampoo vs. generic, etc.), gas for my car when I got my license, that type of stuff. And OH my car!!! Dad got it for $75 from a nearby junkyard and did enough work on it for it to run somewhat (I would have to try to start it before the bus came so I knew if I was driving or taking the bus! lol) and I paid for my own insurance. One of my favorites though, had to be the electric wringer washer we had. (I think mom still has it as a back up). I got really good at slapping at that release handle when my hand would get sucked in running the clothes through! In the summer, it all got hung up outside and in the winter we had hanging racks and clothes line strung up in the stove room.</p><p></p><p>If difficult child had to do even 1/4 of the stuff I did as a kid........he wouldn't make it. lol He thinks I'm kidding sometimes when I tell him stories so I just hand him the phone and tell him if he doesn't believe me to call Grandma.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mstang67chic, post: 14409, member: 2459"] This is too funny! I was just talking about some of this stuff with a friend last night. I grew up in the boonies. I did ride my bike but there really wasn't anywhere to ride to other than a girl 2 miles down the rode who I played with when I was desperate. (she was awful) When my mom and step-dad got married, the house they bought was definately a fixer upper. That first winter we had a snowball fight in the living room from the snow that blew in under the door. For heat there was a fuel oil stove the first couple of winters until Dad installed a wood stove and took out the fuel oil stove. (I can still to this day whip up a roaring fire in no time flat without using any of those starter log things) Dad would cut wood every summer and always kept a stack outside the window of the "stove room". When it was particularly cold and nasty out, mom and I would try to out bribe each other for the outside turn. (I'll do the dishes for the next month if you take my turn) I was an only child (at that point) so clothes weren't too big of an issue. I rarely got the "cool" clothes until I was old enough to work and buy them myself but I had enough. Some new, some hand me downs from older cousins or stuff my Grandma got me. I never had a tv in my room but when I was 13 I did get a stereo for my birthday and no longer had to hold my tape recorder to the radio to tape songs! It had one "component" containing the radio, tape player and turntable. We didn't have a phone from the time I was 8 or 9 until after I graduated high school. (That was rotten when you lived out in the country) I started working when I was about 14 (summers only) detassling corn and did that for four years. I would then "live off of" my summer earnings for the school year. Bought my own school clothes, any "extras" I wanted beyond the basics the parents provided (name brand shampoo vs. generic, etc.), gas for my car when I got my license, that type of stuff. And OH my car!!! Dad got it for $75 from a nearby junkyard and did enough work on it for it to run somewhat (I would have to try to start it before the bus came so I knew if I was driving or taking the bus! lol) and I paid for my own insurance. One of my favorites though, had to be the electric wringer washer we had. (I think mom still has it as a back up). I got really good at slapping at that release handle when my hand would get sucked in running the clothes through! In the summer, it all got hung up outside and in the winter we had hanging racks and clothes line strung up in the stove room. If difficult child had to do even 1/4 of the stuff I did as a kid........he wouldn't make it. lol He thinks I'm kidding sometimes when I tell him stories so I just hand him the phone and tell him if he doesn't believe me to call Grandma. [/QUOTE]
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