I forget how different childhoods were for city and suburb kids down here compared to mine in a tiny northern Alberta town. Every time I tell stories about my early I get looks like I'm fucking Tarzan talking to aristocrats about the jungle. Yeah, I played in abandoned rodeo grounds full of rebar and other dangers. We used to bike out of town to a quarry to get hurt repeatedly. Yeah we had a fort up in the trees built by older kids many, many years prior in the forest directly behind our houses (full to the brim with bears) that was dilapidated, dangerous as fuck and full of porn from the 70s. Yeah a kid I knew was paralyzed when that fort eventually collapsed.
Our lives were literally "Is it dark outside? No? Why aren't you getting hurt."
The only person I know whose stories come close to the insane shit we were doing on our own at 7, 8 years old is my friend from Poland (who makes my stories seem like I grew up Barron Trump).
Our lives were literally "Is it dark outside? No? Why aren't you getting hurt."
The only person I know whose stories come close to the insane shit we were doing on our own at 7, 8 years old is my friend from Poland (who makes my stories seem like I grew up Barron Trump).