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This is me when I was very young and stupid. I was following the example of some older kids and my snowball hit the car and broke a mirror. The owner stopped and got my name, then told my dad to pay for it. He also accused me of putting a rock in my snowball but I didn’t, I just packed it hard. That was my first and last time throwing snowballs at cars.
Once, when I was a young brat, a mom and her son was driving by and the kid yelled something. I hollered, “shut up, you little brat!” The woman slammed on her brakes and I ran like the devil! (I was able to run then)
For more than a few years my best buddy was a guy named Mike. I lived on 3rd street and he lived about six blocks away, over on 1st. We spent a lot of time over at Fred’s house, whether Fred was home or not; Fred lived on my block but on the other end of the block. One Friday night in 7th grade, we met up at Fred’s house but Friday night was one of the nights Fred’s whole family went to church. This night Mike brought Denny, who lived over on second, about half-way between us., with him. Denny was a year older, always with a smile full of mischief, and easily the fastest kid in school. Denny had the not-so-bright idea of the three of us standing behind some tall bushes; one of us would step out when a car drove by, and throw a tennis ball that Denny happened to bring with him, and hit the car – ka-thunk – and quickly run back to hide behind the bushes. I didn’t think this was a great idea, mainly because this was my block and there weren’t a lot of possible culprits. Outside my family of four boys, one in college, Fred was the only guy on the street. But, being young and dumb, we did it. Things were going okay, a car would get hit, brakes would be hit sharply, and someone would get out to try and figure what they had hit. Funny, right? Then Mike stepped out, threw a ball against the worst possible car – one full of high school boys, cruising on a Friday night. To top if off, there was a second car of high-school boys right behind the first. Somebody yelled, “get him!”.
HappyDog/ᵀʳʸ ᴮᵒᶻᵒ ⁴ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵒᶠ ᶦᵗ Premium Member about 1 month ago
This is me when I was very young and stupid. I was following the example of some older kids and my snowball hit the car and broke a mirror. The owner stopped and got my name, then told my dad to pay for it. He also accused me of putting a rock in my snowball but I didn’t, I just packed it hard. That was my first and last time throwing snowballs at cars.
crookedwolf Premium Member about 1 month ago
Some hit my passenger side view mirror with a snowball once; scared the snot outta me!
stillfickled Premium Member about 1 month ago
Once, when I was a young brat, a mom and her son was driving by and the kid yelled something. I hollered, “shut up, you little brat!” The woman slammed on her brakes and I ran like the devil! (I was able to run then)
mokspr Premium Member about 1 month ago
Bill is about to find out that growing up can be a painful experience!
NolaMan about 1 month ago
a snowball is not just cause for assault, let him hit you and you will own him
MoultonFamily about 1 month ago
Sis I think this isn’t a rerun! Yeah!
Uncle $crooge about 1 month ago
For more than a few years my best buddy was a guy named Mike. I lived on 3rd street and he lived about six blocks away, over on 1st. We spent a lot of time over at Fred’s house, whether Fred was home or not; Fred lived on my block but on the other end of the block. One Friday night in 7th grade, we met up at Fred’s house but Friday night was one of the nights Fred’s whole family went to church. This night Mike brought Denny, who lived over on second, about half-way between us., with him. Denny was a year older, always with a smile full of mischief, and easily the fastest kid in school. Denny had the not-so-bright idea of the three of us standing behind some tall bushes; one of us would step out when a car drove by, and throw a tennis ball that Denny happened to bring with him, and hit the car – ka-thunk – and quickly run back to hide behind the bushes. I didn’t think this was a great idea, mainly because this was my block and there weren’t a lot of possible culprits. Outside my family of four boys, one in college, Fred was the only guy on the street. But, being young and dumb, we did it. Things were going okay, a car would get hit, brakes would be hit sharply, and someone would get out to try and figure what they had hit. Funny, right? Then Mike stepped out, threw a ball against the worst possible car – one full of high school boys, cruising on a Friday night. To top if off, there was a second car of high-school boys right behind the first. Somebody yelled, “get him!”.