After I got my license the while family got nokia brick cell-phones.
Our TV Antanna pole broke,m in a storm, so we got cable, then we got dial-up internet too. My county built a brand new middle school, and after a month or two they got the internet working, and I got to go online for the first time ever. We never did get them brakes fixed.Īt about 12 My dad got a much better job. He Tim-Allened a new motor in(Twice the Horsepower!) And we flew around fields at about 40 MPH defying death for fun until the motor stripped the chain gear off the drive axle. Then my dad found a cheap go-kart online, no cage, no suspension, a bench seat, bad brakes, and a busted motor. About the same time the woman whose family was buried in the old cemetary started paying a 100 bucks a year to keep the cemetary mowed and clean all summer. At 9 my mom and dad would let me move the cars when I mowed so they didn't get rock chips. I'd Fill up the can and get a root beer and a jerky stick and try not to crash on the way home. I would ride my bike up to the gas station with a 5 gallon gas can and 10 dollar bill. I was mowing and weed-eatering the yard at age 6. They kept the moles, rats, and snakes at bay. We always had between 5 and 15 wild cats that lived under the house. I was also cleared hot to shoot stray tom care trying to harass our cats. On my 8th Birthday I got a daisy pellet gun and permission to shoot birds in the garden. She swore that little 410 would knock her on her ass. If mom saw one she would yell at me to shoot it because she hated snakes but was afraid of shooting shotguns. We kept a break-action 410 next to the door for snakes. My favorite places to play were the creek and the old cemetary. My town had 1 stoplight, a gas-station, a school, a grain elevator, and about 4 churches. I spent my whole childhood with no internet, no cellphones, no cable television, most of it without a game console, and one Tv in the house. Then I somehow wound up telling my mom about the broad situation (insisting up and down that it wasn't a crush, of course) and she being about a billion times sharper than my dad about these things tried her damndest to get me to stop being hung up about this girl but it didn't work.
Unfortunately decided to tell my dad and he mistook me for a stud and filtered it through his 1950s brain and figured it must mean they were pissed I wasn't calling them. Didn't work out well for me, with the rumor mill instantly going to work and various 12 year old girls pissy at me. So I wound up getting this girl's number, not the normal way, but by having her write that shit down and then calling her cell phone on my landline. I was in middle school just around the time cell phones were mainstreamed but my thought process was stuck in the telephone era. And then the horror of finding there are multiple people in the phonebook with that surname and not even trying because the margin of error is too high.