I Like to Swing, Do You?

After posting in another thread on Singlespeeds and acknowleding that I enjoy freewheeling as it reminds me of being a kid, I thought is there anything else that I miss that I used to enjoy as a kid? For me its a go on the swings. Have done this many times as an adult but not for a few years now. Roll on the summer and a trip to the local park. What about the rest of you. Is there anything you miss that either adult life or the thought of what others may say has stopped you from doing that you miss?

I used to love climbing trees when was younger, me and a friend used to see how high we could climb and then see if we could jump to the next tree, I remember one time my friend. Mike jumped and slipped and fell through the brances only to be suspended in a holly bush ( ouch) at the end, something tells me that I would look a bit silly climbing a tree now but it was a sense of adventure and freedom for us

When I was a kid, my dad had a big Austin 1800 car, and back then you didn't have to wear seatbelts. I used to love it when the car would roar over a hill, and your arse left the seat and you'd get that weird sensation in your stomach, like you're floating, then you'd bump back down onto the seat, and me and my brothers would be just pissing ourselves laughing. "Again, again, again!"

When I was a kid, my dad had a big Austin 1800 car, and back then you didn't have to wear seatbelts. I used to love it when the car would roar over a hill, and your arse left the seat and you'd get that weird sensation in your stomach, like you're floating, then you'd bump back down onto the seat, and me and my brothers would be just pissing ourselves laughing. "Again, again, again!"

ooh i still like to do that now, given the chance

I used to love climbing trees when was younger, me and a friend used to see how high we could climb and then see if we could jump to the next tree, I remember one time my friend. Mike jumped and slipped and fell through the brances only to be suspended in a holly bush ( ouch) at the end, something tells me that I would look a bit silly climbing a tree now but it was a sense of adventure and freedom for us

I did this with my nephew about 15 years back, he is only a year or two younger than me. It was in a plantation of fir trees, they are easy to climb. you could see for miles from the top, I had forgotten how much fun that was. we were in adjacent trees, we then started to rock them backwards and fowards towards each other. It turned into one of those giggle moments were you nearly piss yourself laughing.

the funny thing about being a kid, I miss the shenanigans and the adventure but not the lack of independence the came with it, think that's why it's gonna be cool to have kids one day so you can go thru it all again ;)

Building dens in the woods was great. Unfortunately, if you try doing this sort of thing as an adult, you look like you're a vile paedo building traps for passing children.
Damming streams was ace too. Spend all day during the Summer holidays up to your knees in a stream heaving rocks, mud and twigs onto your slowly dissolving dam, until you eventually succeed in crating a big enough pond to sit in and eat ice pops and talk about Star Wars. Class.

Building dens in the woods was great. Unfortunately, if you try doing this sort of thing as an adult, you look like you're a vile paedo building traps for passing children.
Damming streams was ace too. Spend all day during the Summer holidays up to your knees in a stream heaving rocks, mud and twigs onto your slowly dissolving dam, until you eventually succeed in crating a big enough pond to sit in and eat ice pops and talk about Star Wars. Class.

mmmm and building small fires in the woods and baking potatoes stolen from your mum.

Torturing small animals

Six week holidays. NOT having to go to work for six weeks! Just walking out, like you've quit your job, and just slouching around with nothing particular to do. Fantastic. Obviously, the last week before you had to go back they would have to confiscate your shoelaces and belt and any sharp objects, and put you on suicide watch 24 hours as day, but hey! 6 weeks off...

Torturing small animals

Was this your gateway to the chicken strangling farm you worked on? ;)

lol that would be right.

No, the thing I miss most about being a kid was riding around on my bike, getting Jock the park keeper to chase us, and then swearing and shouting at him when he did. Actualty, wait a minute........

coded KGB message embedded in that first post somewhere

the brown cow flys south at christmas mate

this isn't the thread i thought it was going to be. i can practically hear ray sigh with disappointment. :D

cookie dough, (specifically stealing it pre baking from the kitchen) totally with you on the swings and I really miss dune buggying with my dad.. oh, and testiment to being raised in the country - jumping random country fences and seeing if I could ride the horses in whichever pasture I'd trespassed in

Dune Buggying? Riding wild horses? Where were you brought up? Steve McQueensland?

I was ecstatic to find stashes of old porn mags in the bushes. It was like finding pots of smutty gold under the rainbow...

close, canada...

i miss lego.

Arson. Used to do a lot of that as a kid. It's frowned on as an activity for adults.

I remember when I got my first bike, I was too scared to use the breaks because my mummy told me if I bit the front break too hard I would go over the handlebars. I could never remember which was the front so I just rode into stuff to stop mwahaha

but I enjoyed packing a backpack of useless shit and going on "adventures." The heavier the bag, the better the adventure...looks like not a lot has changed...apart from the bag part...fuck a heavy bag.

i miss lego.

I am just finishing an amazing Coast Guard Helicopter set at the moment. Seems I bought my kid a Christmass present for me.

i used to love playing with fire. when i was about 10 me and some mates "accidently" set fire to a massive field of dry grass, it was porno for pyros. we used to modify fireworks as well, which was fine under the innocence of childhood, but scares the life out of me now. these days im just an admirer of combustion and dont partake in making it happen, but fairly recently i saw a massive warehouse fire near my house that captivated me like i was a child again.

i also spent alot of time taking things apart to see how they worked. however these days its really boring becuase everything contains a few boards and thats it.

Late 70's - me and me mate running round the woods armed with air rifles and wearing motorbike helmets, listening to muffled shouts of pain as you shot your mate in the jacksie or better still the sharp crack of a pellet hitting the motorbike helmet then the muffled yelp behind the visor…

and just leaving the house at 9 in the morning and staying out till 9 at night, burning round on bikes, just pissing about with mates

I swear I never noticed being out of breath or sweating until I was a teenager. Maybe neither happened until then?!
I went through a phase of burning absolutely anything I could get my hands on, petrol, meths, hairspray and anything else on hand in my dads garage or sisters room. Happy to say that I stopped burning things after setting fire to a couple of acres of fern and gorse bush in mid summer.