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the best was either parachute day or when they got the little knuckle crusher dolly’s for us to ride around on.
least favorite was jogwalking the mile
hated those presidential physical fitness tests so much.
I volunteered to do recycling at my school so I could spy.
One of my best scores was a stack of blank physical fitness award achievement documents and sold them to other kids for $1 each so they could put their name on 'em and take 'em home!
this also works if you lose your glasses and need to see a clock or something.
like you can be past 20/800 myopic and it works!
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you might enjoy pulling up some Dr Demento playlists you’d be surprised how many good bands have a goofy side!
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thin string you use to clean between your teeth
even after years of trauma therapy I still unintentionally make my partner cry multiple times per month when my ptsd defense mechanisms from childhood abuse kick in.
I married a saint. The shit I have put her through, and she’s always been there for me. Her parents hate me, her mother calls letting her get in a relationship with me her biggest mistake.
All of which to say to you; only do this if you have the toughest of hearts and un unbeatable will. PTSD is a nightmare and there isn’t really a cure you just learn coping mechanisms and tactics to deal with episodes.
I wouldn’t want anything to do with someone like me!
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My stepdad had a hauling business. Huge stakebody diesel truck he called Big Blue, you’d call him and he’d bring us kids over and we would load the truck. He’d take it to the dump or wherever they wanted.
Usually us kids rode in the open back of the truck with whatever we were hauling, which was usually old furniture and trash.
One day we were moving a TON of furniture and the whole truck was packed. So packed that there wasn’t much room for us but there was like a littke pocket in the middle.
Being stupid kids, we decided to start clambering around on top of the furniture, never mind that the truck is barreling down the state highway.
Well i was climbing up on some dressers towards the back of the truck, but they had been covered with moving blanket.
When all of my weight got up on top of the dresser, the wind pressure started sliding me and the goddamn moving blanket backwards, and since the dressers were taller than the stake walls of the truck that meant me and the moving pad were headed directly off the back of the truck, going 60+mph
I of course tried to scramble back to safety but all my effort just pulled the damn furniture pad towards me and I kept sliding.
My feet went off the back of the dressers, dangling over the highway, when one of the kids with me heard my terror screams over the wind, realized what was happening and jumped and caught the edge of the moving blanket ending my rearward progress.
We kept riding in the back on hauling jobs but I learned to be more careful.
bonus: That same stepdad, one of his own natural kids was real wild. He stowed away on the roof of their Winnebago before the mom drove it over the Maryland Bay Bridge. She said she couldn’t figure out why everyone was honking and pointing but it’s not like she could pull over on the bridge!
The 80’s was wild.