We used to use these two-wheeled contraptions called "bicycles" to get from place to place.
Back in my day.
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That breaks my heart so much all I can think of to do is to cut myself so that I feel anything except the severe nothingness of being bored.Malcolm wrote:It is.GORDON wrote:What a tragedy, to be bored.
And yes, it took me a few days to think of that response.
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
We only had a "party store" for our penny candy.TheCatt wrote:Even with a bike, it took me 3 miles one-way just to get to a convenience store.GORDON wrote:We used to use these two-wheeled contraptions called "bicycles" to get from place to place.
Back in my day.
A bank parking lot.
Aforementioned railroad tracks.
A creek running through town with associated undeveloped wilds running along it.
Bike riding trails.
A buddy and I rode (about) 8 miles, one way, to school on our last day of junior high. And then back.
Everything within 3 miles of you was nothing but developed, fenced in tracts of housing? Nothing broke up the cul-de-sacs?
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
Cutting myself isn't quite what I consider "not boring." That's emo.GORDON wrote:That breaks my heart so much all I can think of to do is to cut myself so that I feel anything except the severe nothingness of being bored.Malcolm wrote:It is.GORDON wrote:What a tragedy, to be bored.
And yes, it took me a few days to think of that response.
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GORDON wrote:TheCatt wrote:GORDON wrote:We used to use these two-wheeled contraptions called "bicycles" to get from place to place.
Back in my day.
Even with a bike, it took me 3 miles one-way just to get to a convenience store.
We only had a "party store" for our penny candy.
A bank parking lot.
Aforementioned railroad tracks.
A creek running through town with associated undeveloped wilds running along it.
Bike riding trails.
A buddy and I rode (about) 8 miles, one way, to school on our last day of junior high. And then back.
Everything within 3 miles of you was nothing but developed, fenced in tracts of housing? Nothing broke up the cul-de-sacs?
Actually,
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"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
That's a lot different than here.
I was not allowed to bike past/on the yellow roads cuz of too much traffic (each of those is/was 3-5 lanes)
But yeah, just streets and houses.... a few creeks .
My middle school was in the middle of the ghetto, surrounded by housing projects, because of forced busing.
I was not allowed to bike past/on the yellow roads cuz of too much traffic (each of those is/was 3-5 lanes)
But yeah, just streets and houses.... a few creeks .
My middle school was in the middle of the ghetto, surrounded by housing projects, because of forced busing.
It's not me, it's someone else.
How about here?
It's so far in the middle of nowhere I can't even look it up by address. I have to dig up the GPS coordinates.
It's changed a lot in the last couple of decades since I've left, there's now a convenience store only six miles away. Used to be you had to go all the way into Nacogdoches if you wanted anything.
It's so far in the middle of nowhere I can't even look it up by address. I have to dig up the GPS coordinates.
It's changed a lot in the last couple of decades since I've left, there's now a convenience store only six miles away. Used to be you had to go all the way into Nacogdoches if you wanted anything.
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Hah...we were practically neighbors.TPRJones wrote:How about here?