Fuck. Yeah. Do you know how many times I did this very fucking thing on my big wheel.
(Source: bebelestrange)
I was never allowed to have a Big Wheel. /still bitter
While this may be true, as a kid I watched a friend of mine crack his skull (literally) hitting a tree on his bike. He...
Yep. Granted, I was more an 80s baby, but we had metal slides and practically no kid-proof stuff. And my folks were...
“remember when stuff was good?”
Yep, we would be out for 10 hours with nobody checking on us. Then we would come back in for 5 seconds just to get a...
Reblogging for truth. I am very glad I had so much freedom as a kid. And you know what? I was OK. I learned not to do...
Miss those damn days!!!!
Amen. Of course, I also grew up near one of the country’s best and largest teaching hospitals…
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