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<blockquote data-quote="Chuckie" data-source="post: 1145665" data-attributes="member: 637"><p>Well, I'll bite again so I won't look so mean. </p><p>When I was in the second grade, we moved from Memphis TN to the farm. We moved into a frame house that had been empty for a while, and we came down a couple of weekends to get the house straight so we could make it livable. </p><p>I have two brothers, one younger and one older, and the younger one was always telling on us, keeping thing stirred up. My older brother was two years older and my younger brother was three years younger. So, we gigged him as much as possible. </p><p>My oldest brother and I found an old flat TV antenna wire that went to a simple pole antenna, that probably picked up three local stations and we started sticking it to our ears. We were passing it back and forth to each other and we told my younger brother we were listening to the TV. </p><p>We told him that Jackie Gleason was on, "The Honey Mooners," and we were laughing, and my younger brother asked if he could listen and we told him no. </p><p>We did this for as long as we could until he maxed out and started screaming for Mom and they both came in there to see what was going on. He told them that we would not let him listen to the TV. :lol2: Of course the aftermath was not so good. I still laugh every time I think about it as we passed that piece of wire back and forth. </p><p></p><p>The house had really rough floors and had a short hallway. We had a dog named Charlie that loved to hang on to a rag and would not let go. You could swing him around you a couple of times if you kept him low. We would run up and down that hall way dragging Charlie because because he would slide. I picked up quite a few splinters from that hallway. My Dad would sic Charlie on us and he would grab our hands and leave puncture marks between the bones that would turn blue. Once he had hold of your hand, you knew not to pull away. When Charlie would go to sleep behind his chair, we would get straws from the broom, and tickle his feet and his rear end to make him think he had a flea. But he soon learned that it was not a flea, and he would just boil out from behind the chair and nail us. It didn't take us long to stop doing that. </p><p>These are things kids did when there were no computers and electronic games.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Chuckie, post: 1145665, member: 637"] Well, I'll bite again so I won't look so mean. When I was in the second grade, we moved from Memphis TN to the farm. We moved into a frame house that had been empty for a while, and we came down a couple of weekends to get the house straight so we could make it livable. I have two brothers, one younger and one older, and the younger one was always telling on us, keeping thing stirred up. My older brother was two years older and my younger brother was three years younger. So, we gigged him as much as possible. My oldest brother and I found an old flat TV antenna wire that went to a simple pole antenna, that probably picked up three local stations and we started sticking it to our ears. We were passing it back and forth to each other and we told my younger brother we were listening to the TV. We told him that Jackie Gleason was on, "The Honey Mooners," and we were laughing, and my younger brother asked if he could listen and we told him no. We did this for as long as we could until he maxed out and started screaming for Mom and they both came in there to see what was going on. He told them that we would not let him listen to the TV. :lol2: Of course the aftermath was not so good. I still laugh every time I think about it as we passed that piece of wire back and forth. The house had really rough floors and had a short hallway. We had a dog named Charlie that loved to hang on to a rag and would not let go. You could swing him around you a couple of times if you kept him low. We would run up and down that hall way dragging Charlie because because he would slide. I picked up quite a few splinters from that hallway. My Dad would sic Charlie on us and he would grab our hands and leave puncture marks between the bones that would turn blue. Once he had hold of your hand, you knew not to pull away. When Charlie would go to sleep behind his chair, we would get straws from the broom, and tickle his feet and his rear end to make him think he had a flea. But he soon learned that it was not a flea, and he would just boil out from behind the chair and nail us. It didn't take us long to stop doing that. These are things kids did when there were no computers and electronic games. [/QUOTE]
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