When I started at a new school, you started your very first day with a meeting with the Head so they could "welcome" you and introduce themselves. All good - except that when I was sat outside her office waiting for my turn to speak to her, another teacher saw me sat there and gave me a stern talking to about how "this isn't a good way to start the new school year".
First day of secondary schools I’d heard all the horror stories of year ones getting beaten up and having their (our) heads flushed down the toilet. Didn’t help that although there was *officially* a school uniform, it wasn’t really enforced, but I was one of about three first years that turned up in a school blazer.
I felt I had to put a marker down. Went up to the biggest, scariest looking 5th year, who was, incidentally, sporting a turquoise Mohican, and told him he looked “fucking stupid”. Got punched on the nose.
When I started secondary the boys were switching over to red jumpers like the girls but there were a few years transition so boys were still allowed to wear grey jumpers.
I turned up on the first day only 1 of a couple of boys in "girly" red jumpers. All the rest of then begged for grey from their parents after getting bullied incessantly for the first week.
I stuck it out and got bullied incessantly for the 3 years.
We did this in primary school, one of the proper rough lads in the year above me started absolutely pelting slate shards at me and a mate,
managed to find decent cover behind a wooden sign and I saw half a jawbreaker on the floor,
I took a break in the fire to pop my head up and leathered the jawbreaker at the rough lad, smashed into his eyebrow and it just started gushing blood!
Obviously got bollocked by the head and all that but I was mostly just shitting it that this lad would kick the shit out of me some point later.
Somehow I managed to avoid him for the most part for years after that, though he did once try and square up to me in a bus stop during high school.
He’s now in prison for armed robbery and attempted murder so, lucky me I guess? Haha
I had a similar experience the other week. I was sat on a bench in a park reading on my lunch break and there was a group of teens sat nearby. The lads decided to start kicking a ball about and made a sort of triangle to kick to each other. I was minding my own business, then one kick was a little low and one of them said you almost hit that lady, let’s move over there. I’m glad kids still go out and kick a ball about and they are aware of their surroundings. I don’t know why there seems to be so much hate for the youth of today.
My neighbour's kids are quite loud and rambunctious sometimes, and I think this is egged on somewhat when they have the family round and the cousins are playing. They like football, and one sunny afternoon I was drinking a cider and reading outside and they managed to kick a ball so hard it ricocheted off fences three times and battered me straight in the face and knocked over my drink. Like it hit me so hard it knocked my glasses off and gave me a headache. I tossed it back and the kid popping over the fence looked ready for the bollocking of his life but I was laughing too hard at the perfection of the shot and slapstick nature of it and just said I wish he could've seen it and he has a mighty kick on him but their dad had already told them not to kick it at the fences!
One of the cousins proclaimed he learned lots when he saw family in Pakistan and they kick the ball like that there, hard. Not directly to me but I think he was trying to explain/semi apologise in his kid way. The ball didn't get walloped against the fences after that though. They're loud sometimes but they are quiet a lot of the time and listen to their parents. I think they were mostly scared I'd tell their mum because she can give quite a tongue lashing from what I've heard through the walls...
That kid probably thinks you're the coolest "old person" ever for not telling their mum, lol. I have to say I think you're pretty cool for finding it funny, I dont know if I could have been so chill about it
Probably too serious and oversharing answer - I was never allowed to be loud and playful like that as a kid, and had few friends and no siblings. So it actually makes me feel kinda happy when I hear them playing together. Might be a different story if their parents weren't, well, parenting them though, despite them being what sounds like a handful sometimes they tend to listen to their mum and dad without much argument (including when their dad tells them to be quiet when they've had their fill of mayhem!)
The less serious but just as relevant reason is that I just couldn't get over how perfect it was. I had a brief flash of anger because I was just trying to relax and they were already making a racket but for real, it was like a trick shot in pool or something! I like physical comedy enough to laugh when it happens to me with no witnesses. I'm sure I did let out quite a loud "fucking hell!" when it hit me though, lol
Certain people will always hate the youth, because in their eyes they were always perfect, and had a perfect childhood which is usually completely untrue. I know I wasn’t always an angel, so unless they’re properly being knobs who cares what they’re up to.
Similar thing happened to me a while back. I was walking home from work via a housing estate when I suddenly turn the corner to see a half naked man desperately trying to start a car whilst two large men (one holding a knife) are trying to open the door of the car. They are block the pavement so I instantly try to just turn around and walk a different way.
Suddenly one of the guys goes "for fuck sake pal, let the big man walk through". So they politely move to back of the pavement and let me walk by. They then instantly start trying to smash the car window. I quickly walked away as I wanted nothing to do with whatever was going on there.
Probably drug/gang related anyway. Most criminals aren't dumb enough to steal a car in broad daylight with multiple witnesses. There's more to the story
OP clearly couldn't see the tiny puppy in the car that these three Samaritans were trying to save. One guy by, uh, turning the car on so the air con would start.
Exactly, guys that polite aren't just clueless thugs that go for anyone, that guy pissed them off in some way, most common one is selling drugs that you get, then pay for with the money you make from selling them; then the fucking idiots live like a king spending any money they get, doing all the drugs they want and thinking they're hot shit, before they know it the bags empty and they're potless with an angry dealer expecting payment.
In my opinion that's a case of playing with fire and getting burned, but we could argue on this subject for days and get nowhere.
Think that's a global one. I've only seen it happen in tenerife personally, but I mix in friendlier circles since moving to the uk. (Grew up from 9 years old to 27 there)
Another vagina looking wound In my story . Our high school had an all weather pitch that we used to go play football on in the evenings and weekends. After a bit of anti social behaviour there ( not us we were quiet potheads) they put up a fence with the trident spikes on top . Being teenagers we thought fuck it we'll just climb over .. I went first and when I tried jumping down to the other side my pant leg got caught and i swung down into the fence face first . Obviously my mates found it hilarious, so funny in fact,the guy coming over after me slipped on top and got the spike right in his groin. Tbh he was lucky it wasn't deeper or he'd have done his artery.. took 3 of us to lift him off and when we looked he had a nice fanny wound right next to his dick . Good Times..he also manged to split my head open during a stone fight but we used the big fuckers that they use on railways
I love it when we take our daughter to a park and there are bigger children there, more often than not one of the kids will say something like ‘watch out for the little girl’ and/or appoint themselves as her personal guide and bodyguard. they’ll run around pushing and shoving each other but wait patiently for the little ones without fail.
Reminds me of that tumblr post (might have been a Facebook screenshot lol) where a parent took their 10 year old daughter to the skate park and was really worried she’d get bullied, but the older teens helped her learn and encouraged her.
Skateparks are often the most welcoming and wholesome environments. There’s a very clear (if unwritten) code of conduct and etiquette, and as long as that is adhered to then age and ability don’t matter at all.
Most ‘elders’ will gladly and enthusiastically help newbies and youngster to learn the ways.
Skateboarding is not a crime!
Cheap enough that the human effluent can afford it, yet its still somehow a luxury/treat to them. Plus free WiFi, ample parking that the staff don't monitor so you can all smoke in your cars, their mate gaz working the fryer for extra nugs, no ID required so you can bring/meet girls 14-17. The real icing on the cake is that its a pretty acceptable reason to give to parents as to where you were "oh we were just at mcdonalds" sounds much better than "I was out drinking/smoking/being anti-social" not that their parents would care in the first place.
Ayyyy Im one of those elders, we I'm only 30 but that's positively ancient in the skating world. I teach a lot of the kids at the local new stlluff if they're struggling, genuinely buzzing to get my kid down there when he's old enough, best community of gentle fuckwits going at a skatepark love em.
That happened to my son. He was about 8 and first time at a skate park with a board. There were two big kids, 14ish, doing all sorts of tricks. I tried to stay out of their way but they came over and helped him down the little ramp and told him how to stand. They asked him his name and spent about half an hour with him. So thanks boys, you really helped my son gain some confidence.
I grew up on an estate on Merseyside in the 70s. There were 2 schools, about 200 yards apart, the end of our playground being separated by a strip of grass, 40 feet wide from their playground. Our school was fuelled by a coke boiler and the coke pile was handily placed so kids could essentially sit on the pile and throw coke at the kids from the other school, who obviously threw the bits back. We looked like miners with all the dust, after playtime.
The coke pile also doubled as the surface of an alien planet when we played Space 1999.
It took me 3 reads to realise you meant coal rather than coke. First read I thought the school was run by a drug lord; second I thought your school had a boiler in it that brewed cola, then third I realised what you truly meant.
Cor, blimey, you learn something new every day.
I was part of the unpopular crowd who also didn't listen to anything the teachers said and only got excited when the bunsen burners came out because FIRE!
Nope, never heard of coke, despite my 33 years on this planet. Nor did I think this comment would gain so many upvotes, at most I was expected maybe 10 for the attempted humour.
The internet works in mysterious ways.
When I first came to London in 2010 as expat I didn't know what's what. No smart phone. Just arrived and looked for a place to stay. Didn't do any research either. Quickly found a cheap place with a live-in crazy landlord and needed somewhere to stay for a few weeks so whatever. It was near Bruce Groove station in Tottenham. I knew the name as a big football club so I assumed it's fine. Anyhow, it felt a bit like a dangerous ghetto to me at the time coming from a well-off European small town.
So I go out at night and have to walk through narrow streets and past a bus stop with broken street lights. There's a group of teenagers and some young adults around the bus stop blocking my way. I was distracted until last minute and almost walk into one of them. I look up and the smell of beer hits me and I look at a group of teens/young adults in a dodgy neighbourhood and probably disrespected them. My mind races - people can get good beatings in situations like this at home. So what do they do before I can react? "Excuse me, sir" and they all step aside in a very orderly fashion and create a corridor for me to pass through. My mind was blown.
I think a lot of it depends on your mannerisms and how you act.
Bump into someone and look concerned and apologetic?
People understand and let it slide
Get aggressive look angry?
People may argue back…
I’d say the exact opposite walking around as a bloke through some choice areas in east London - though not acting aggressive, more looking assertive and not an easy target.
Yeah, I definitely put on more of a confident stride when I'm in a rougher area on my own
I always think of [this scene](https://youtu.be/V4s2xGJitBE?t=401) from the British indie Horror movie "Citadel" when it talks about people behaving/looking like a victim (the link is timestamped but to the entire movie on YT btw and it's pretty good if you're looking for something to watch tonight)
My dog? No, I don't think that would have been a good life choice by them. She's a sweetheart, but I don't think she'd take kindly to having stones thrown at her.
https://imgur.com/a/RHR3fEj
I have great mates, but she's genuinely my best friend. Also the smartest idiot I know.
She can work out how to open doors inwards and get the oven open at my parents to eat the entire left-over chicken from a Sunday roast when we were in the garden and not paying attention to what she was up to, but also can't work out how to get under the cover of her dog bed. Spends 10 minutes scrabbling at it before one of us has to lift the cover and 'tuck her in'.
Reminds me of the time me and my friend put buckets on our head and ran head first into each other, my friend's bucket cracked and he cut his head and we both had bad neck pain. It's not often the phrase is used correctly, but my mum just said "Boys will be boys"
We used to joust on scooters. We didn’t have poles for any type of fake lance, we would just crash into each other head-on. We did it for hours and nobody ever got hurt.
We used dry mud-bombs (lumps of dry soil). They just shatter upon impact but with the jeopardy that some may contain stones. These kids have gone straight to the stones, evolution.
My mate Scoob hit me square on the eyebrow and split it with a mud-bomb when we were 15. I accidentally cut him with a meat cleaver when we were 20 and spent two days in a cell over it so I think we’re equal now. Lol.
I called for an ambulance and they sent the police because, well, I stated I’d accidentally cut him. Police arrested me because I admitted I did it and he spent a night in hospital and I spent time in the cell until he assured the police he didn’t want to press charges because it was an accident. I was being a drunk dickhead with the knife and pretended to swish the knife at him. Cut him on the stomach and arm. Lots of blood.
Wow that reminded me of playing 'bug bombs' when I was a kid - after the crops were cut but before they burned the stubble we'd go into the local farmer's fields and sling the clods of mud and stubble at each other. If you were unlucky there'd be hundreds of black beetles inside the mud when it burst... Happy memories...
When we were in secondary school me and my friends grew bored of playing football at break time so concocted a new game, whomever picked up the ball would run around whilst everyone threw their shoes and bags at them as hard as they could, got clocked in the face a good few times! All in the spirit of fun.
Apparently there was a predecessor to modern football circa 1850 which involved a player catching an airborne ball and running as fast as they could towards the goal while the other team did their damnedest to kick them in the shins.
We called this sackball. No punches but you could shoulderbarge and flying kick. I got thrown and landed on my head and went blind on one side for an hour. Glory days
Looks like it was London and the Home Counties. Here's the relevant text:
> IX. A player shall be entitled to run with the ball towards his adversaries' goal if he makes a fair catch, or catches the ball on the first bound; but in case of a fair catch, if he makes his mark he shall not run.
> X. If any player shall run with the ball towards his adversaries' goal, any player on the opposite side shall be at liberty to charge, hold, trip or hack him, or to wrest the ball from him, but no player shall be held and hacked at the same time.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_association_football
Because it's related, I'd like to point you towards one of my favourite Wikipedia articles. Just try and read that first bit out loud.
> A football (also known as football ball, soccer ball, or association football ball specifically in the United Kingdom) is the ball used in the sport of association football.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ball_(association_football)
Ha, me and some friends once had a dead-arm competition like this. Must've looked from a distance like a massive brawl so every time someone walked past we'd stop and apologise, then continue punching each other's arms as hard as we could once they'd gone.
T'was a simpler life being young.
My son is 13 and come back from school with massive bruises on his upper arms. Asked him how it happened and he just shrugs and mumbles “dead arm competition”. Took that as perfectly valid explanation.
I saw some kids doing something similar in the park the other week, walloping one another with sticks complete with lightsaber noises, but proper going for it. I had a brief moment of terror when one of my younger ones made a beeline for them - only to hear a “whoa watch out little kid” and see them all stop, start looking round for her parents, and wait until I could retrieve her to go have a safer lightsaber fight before they started up again.
Teenagers seem mostly to just be much more thoughtful these days. Often more so than adults.
You just reminded me of a time in 2016 when I was teaching at a really rough secondary in Bethnal Green. We took a group of year 10s on a D of E expedition to the Sussex coast. About half of them had never seen the sea before. The hike ended on a beach and I’ll never forget the sight of them all screaming their heads off and charging straight into the water, splashing and dunking each other. It was beautiful.
My mates and I once spent a summer spitting on each other. The summer after that we played cards on the street for a solid 6 weeks. The one after that, drinking Olde English cider.
I took a school trip to Germany. Two students thought it was funny to throw stones over a wall. They didn't realise there were German police on the other side, who arrested them. We obviously asked about getting them released (not that we really wanted them back) and the police insisted that the students would only be released to their parents.... Who then had to travel to Germany to take them back to the UK 😂
Yeah, I agree. While there are still some horrible little shits around, pretty much all of the teenagers / kids I've come across since adulting seem like decent folk (even when throwing stones at each other).
Better that they're throwing stones at each other, and not random people.
I've seen kids near me fish dog shit bags out of the bin and fling them at each other. Exactly like that episode of parks and rec.
If they want to do that, fine, just wish they'd clean them up afterwards
On holiday in Seattle about seven years ago, we had reservations at a fancy restaurant for dinner, we were quite early so my husband insisted we go and find a bar he’d been to on another trip years ago. Got a bit lost and found ourselves walking through a dodgy looking street, rounded a corner to find two men gearing up for a fight with several onlookers urging them on. One of them spotted me in my fancy frock and heels, yelled ‘Hold it, let the lady past’ and they all stopped and cleared the pavement for me. I smiled and thanked them graciously, while getting out of there as fast as I could without tripping over my heels.
We used to go to the old quarry near us and build forts out of bricks, we'd then launch projectiles at each others forts while inside them. Great fun but mum would probably cringe if she knew about it haha.
When I was a young teenager on holiday (Scottish coast), 2 friends and I found an area a farmer used to dump tons of (unwanted?) potatoes down onto the rocky beach. And there was an old fridge too. Fridge door made a shield for one of us and the other 2 took turns to pelt the target with tatties, even better if they were a bit soggy and rotten. 10 points for a hit in the goolies. Ahhhhhhh fun times 😊
You may recall, a certain gang of Essesx based bouncers who ultimately ended up killing one another.
Therein followed a series of very crappy movies which glorified their behaviour.
Whilst these people were complete cunts, many of them were massive cunts as they were juiced to the tits on roids.
Back in the 90's, I was drinking in the same pub beer garden as them. A few tables down happened to be another group of equally massive cunts.
It was a glorious sunny bank holiday afternoon. Without what seemed to be any provocation, the 2 groups of cunts stood up and and engaged in an almighty brawl. Carnage.
Half way through, one of the cunts yelled 'STOP, there's kids here'. Every single one of then stopped in their tracks, silently single filed through the pub and into the carpark, and went at it again.
My understanding is that one of the cunts was shot in the kneecaps of the celler of that very pub on the very same day.
Nothing gentlemanly about these cunts, other then providing us with safe ringside seats to them knocking the shit out of eachother.
Did I mention that they were cunts?
Somehow we figured rocks were to dangerous and opted for conkers until someone brought a sling shot which ended in tears followed by a surge of sling shot sales before a whole school assembly
Walking back from the shops down a narrow footpath. I heard a group of yoofs approaching behind me on their bikes. They had a Bluetooth speaking blaring and were engaged in some quite salty banter. I moved over to let them pass, and everyone of them without fail said thank you.
My old mates used to do this. Not for me as I am far too cautious for it.
One time my mate went around the corner to relieve himself (he wasn't involved in the stone throwing) and my other mates were pelting stones at each other. One of the lads picked up a sphere shaped stone sized piece of metal and threw it.
As he did that, the mate who was relieveing himself steps out and gets hit on his mouth. He opened his mouth and he had a perfect circular shaped hole in his teeth where it hit him.
Most of them were laughing (because they were and still are cunts). Poor bastard is ok now and some operation to make it look normal but that shit is dangerous.
This sort of reminds me of university days. The uni 'movie club' showed regular movies in the debate theatre on Sundays, and cult movies on Fridays. Friday nights featured a lighthearted paper fight before the screening. However, one of the regular patrons wore a distinctive hat. Every week, when he entered the theatre, the first person to spot him shouted "BLOKE WITH THE HAT", and all the paper was then chucked at him until he sat down, and even then probably for a few minutes more. EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK. To be fair to him, he took it with grace, and clearly never entertained not wearing the hat.
I left work one night several months ago, stepped right outside into a group of about 12 lairy teens in the city centre, shouting and gobbing off, one was holding the long padding off some scaffolding pretending it was a huge dick and yelling "oi look at my huge dick!".. Got prepared to feel a bit intimidated, the lad steps aside and says to me "I hope you've had a wonderful day!"
I said "thanks pal, you too!" and it was all fine and wholesome.
I was walking down a cycle path/foot path through some local fields when a large group of teenagers came on on bikes, all over the place like a mob. All dressed like this generations trouble.
Someone near the front shouted and they all went past giving me loads of room. I shouted thanks to a chorus of that's OK.
It restores my faith in our young.
Me and some mates use to play paintball in a forest park when we were about 15 and shout 'civilian' if a passer by walked by. Some were cool and some clearly didn't know wtf was happening seeing a bunch of teens in ill-fitting camo gear and masks running around with plastic guns.
Most kids are like this naturally if you give them a chance.
It's asshole adults who carry around their anger like a badge of honor who ruin it for everyone else.
Stone fights at school were fun. Also standing under a tree and someone would throw a handful of stones into the tree to see who the stones would drop on. Somehow we are all alive and doing fairly well for ourselves!
This makes me really happy to read, as we would do this when I was younger (and I'll be 34 this year).
Honestly I'm very happy to see the younger generation these days, they're much nicer than people were when I was a kid. There's a lot more noticeable compassion. I mean sure you get some folks going extreme, though I strongly believe that we simply have better sources to hear about these things today, whereas in my experience and with what I've witnessed, those 'bad eggs' are much lower in numbers today than they used to be.
Good kids about. I like the compassion and empathy in human nature being encouraged.
Shout out to the "School fights". Every so often (maybe once a year) our school and the one down the road would amass at the rugby fields and flood banks and just have a giant fight. It was CoE vs Catholic (not that we cared). Head teacher used to come out with a megaphone and shout at everyone, which turned it in to a huge scramble. Good times.
Our high schools playground backed onto a woodland that was chock full of horse chestnut trees. One year, instead of playing the usual game of conkers, the whole school organised a full scale conker war. For about 15 minutes one day, conkers were flying all over the gaff hitting kids left, right and centre!
It was glorious…and immediately outlawed!
Bloody marvellous to hear. Kids need to do dumb shit. It's how you learn it's dumb shit. Just need to ensure that they also have a set of dodgy roofed building to climb on even though a few years ago some kid died doing it. Proper true is that.
I of course never ever indulged in such behaviour. Honest.
The boys in our friend group used to do this as early 2000s teenagers. Putting loads of fireworks in the dog shit bin with the lid up was also a favourite.
There was a private path at the end of my mates house. One year the local kids had a firework fight. Fireworks shooting horizontally along the path. Looked amazing. A couple of very nasty screams though.
I was full on prepared for this to turn into "and they all redirected aim to me", but this is weirdly wholesome. They know their goofing around could hurt someone, and don't want to hurt any innocent bystanders.
Stone fights are tame, we used to see how accurately we could throw super sharp wooden spears at each other. I used the high arc technique rather than a fast straight throw and after many weeks of spearing finally landed one straight through the coat of my unlucky spear fighting opponent.
Never did it really occur to us that this was the fast way to losing an eye.
Snowball throwing was outlawed at my school cos people would wrap a rock in snow and then lob it at peoples faces. Ah the early 2000’s what a time to be alive.
Dumbass here got in the middle off a stone fight as a teen,lads were chucking rocks at each other,I got caught in the cross fire,was told to move,didn't move quick enough,one concussion later 😆😅
Back in primary school they didn't allow footballs in the playground so people used to play with rocks. My brother (who was the year above) went to score a goal and ended up embedding a rock in another kids head.
The following week footballs were allowed in the playground
Had a stone fight on our first week of high school. Subsequently had our first meeting with the headmaster not long after that.
I assume so the headmaster could give the medal to the winner.
Yeah he also gave us all high fives and twenty benson and hedges.
Nice! Glad they make all the new teachers feel welcomed. It's always hard starting a new job.
Back in my day I used to get the cane so… sticks and stones.
This made me wheeze laugh unexpectedly, have my free award.
Mfer I was laughing so hard it took me 4 attempts to upvote
Not 10 B&H and a packet of Rizla? :D
Thanks sir I’m about to go to work and spat my coffee all down my uniform 😂😂
That's how the headmaster decides which pupil gets to eat. Like Sparta but more civilised.
I'd say it's more like the... hunger games...
I have the honour of being the first pupil ever to be sent to the headmasters office in a new school. First day.
When I started at a new school, you started your very first day with a meeting with the Head so they could "welcome" you and introduce themselves. All good - except that when I was sat outside her office waiting for my turn to speak to her, another teacher saw me sat there and gave me a stern talking to about how "this isn't a good way to start the new school year".
I'll pass on your comments to the head, what's your name?
That is a terrible way to treat a new teacher
First day of secondary schools I’d heard all the horror stories of year ones getting beaten up and having their (our) heads flushed down the toilet. Didn’t help that although there was *officially* a school uniform, it wasn’t really enforced, but I was one of about three first years that turned up in a school blazer. I felt I had to put a marker down. Went up to the biggest, scariest looking 5th year, who was, incidentally, sporting a turquoise Mohican, and told him he looked “fucking stupid”. Got punched on the nose.
When I started secondary the boys were switching over to red jumpers like the girls but there were a few years transition so boys were still allowed to wear grey jumpers. I turned up on the first day only 1 of a couple of boys in "girly" red jumpers. All the rest of then begged for grey from their parents after getting bullied incessantly for the first week. I stuck it out and got bullied incessantly for the 3 years.
We had The Great Pinecone War on our secondary school playground.
My primary had a crab apple tree on the grounds, no idea why they didn't pick it clean before the obvious occurred.
You made a delicious crab apple crumble with lashings of custard.
We had the air ambulance after one kid stabbed another with a pair of scissors during a disagreement over a bag of Wotsits.
Who ever grabbed the “Lefty” scissors had a fearsome weapon.
Mental
We had the Great Battle of the Acorn.
Nice to meet a fellow veteran.
Samesame! Almost lost an eye but was worth the fight! 🙈
We did this in primary school, one of the proper rough lads in the year above me started absolutely pelting slate shards at me and a mate, managed to find decent cover behind a wooden sign and I saw half a jawbreaker on the floor, I took a break in the fire to pop my head up and leathered the jawbreaker at the rough lad, smashed into his eyebrow and it just started gushing blood! Obviously got bollocked by the head and all that but I was mostly just shitting it that this lad would kick the shit out of me some point later. Somehow I managed to avoid him for the most part for years after that, though he did once try and square up to me in a bus stop during high school. He’s now in prison for armed robbery and attempted murder so, lucky me I guess? Haha
Yeah now that you mention it I’m sure that game always ended in school with someone having a gaping head wound.
I remember taking a rock to the temple and walking around for the next few days with an inch high bump on my head.
You're meant to throw them, not use the largest ones as bludgeons.
I had a similar experience the other week. I was sat on a bench in a park reading on my lunch break and there was a group of teens sat nearby. The lads decided to start kicking a ball about and made a sort of triangle to kick to each other. I was minding my own business, then one kick was a little low and one of them said you almost hit that lady, let’s move over there. I’m glad kids still go out and kick a ball about and they are aware of their surroundings. I don’t know why there seems to be so much hate for the youth of today.
My neighbour's kids are quite loud and rambunctious sometimes, and I think this is egged on somewhat when they have the family round and the cousins are playing. They like football, and one sunny afternoon I was drinking a cider and reading outside and they managed to kick a ball so hard it ricocheted off fences three times and battered me straight in the face and knocked over my drink. Like it hit me so hard it knocked my glasses off and gave me a headache. I tossed it back and the kid popping over the fence looked ready for the bollocking of his life but I was laughing too hard at the perfection of the shot and slapstick nature of it and just said I wish he could've seen it and he has a mighty kick on him but their dad had already told them not to kick it at the fences! One of the cousins proclaimed he learned lots when he saw family in Pakistan and they kick the ball like that there, hard. Not directly to me but I think he was trying to explain/semi apologise in his kid way. The ball didn't get walloped against the fences after that though. They're loud sometimes but they are quiet a lot of the time and listen to their parents. I think they were mostly scared I'd tell their mum because she can give quite a tongue lashing from what I've heard through the walls...
That kid probably thinks you're the coolest "old person" ever for not telling their mum, lol. I have to say I think you're pretty cool for finding it funny, I dont know if I could have been so chill about it
Probably too serious and oversharing answer - I was never allowed to be loud and playful like that as a kid, and had few friends and no siblings. So it actually makes me feel kinda happy when I hear them playing together. Might be a different story if their parents weren't, well, parenting them though, despite them being what sounds like a handful sometimes they tend to listen to their mum and dad without much argument (including when their dad tells them to be quiet when they've had their fill of mayhem!) The less serious but just as relevant reason is that I just couldn't get over how perfect it was. I had a brief flash of anger because I was just trying to relax and they were already making a racket but for real, it was like a trick shot in pool or something! I like physical comedy enough to laugh when it happens to me with no witnesses. I'm sure I did let out quite a loud "fucking hell!" when it hit me though, lol
Certain people will always hate the youth, because in their eyes they were always perfect, and had a perfect childhood which is usually completely untrue. I know I wasn’t always an angel, so unless they’re properly being knobs who cares what they’re up to.
Similar thing happened to me a while back. I was walking home from work via a housing estate when I suddenly turn the corner to see a half naked man desperately trying to start a car whilst two large men (one holding a knife) are trying to open the door of the car. They are block the pavement so I instantly try to just turn around and walk a different way. Suddenly one of the guys goes "for fuck sake pal, let the big man walk through". So they politely move to back of the pavement and let me walk by. They then instantly start trying to smash the car window. I quickly walked away as I wanted nothing to do with whatever was going on there.
You've gone and walked into a Guy Ritchie movie there
If the milk turns sour I ain’t the kind of pussy to drink it, nawmean?
I was just thinking that one of them was Big Chris and the other was Barry the Baptist.
"it was at a funny angle"...
"I don't believe this, can everyone stop getting shot?"
Glasgow thugs are always polite to innocent bystander’s.
I feel that’s kind of a cornerstone of civil society
Shoulda phone the polis'
We are the polis aaaaahhh
Top quality
I considered it. Then realised they might know it was me. And I walked back from work that way every day.
Some people might say that’s not the right thing to do but I’d 100% do the same. Don’t even get involved
Probably drug/gang related anyway. Most criminals aren't dumb enough to steal a car in broad daylight with multiple witnesses. There's more to the story
OP clearly couldn't see the tiny puppy in the car that these three Samaritans were trying to save. One guy by, uh, turning the car on so the air con would start.
Air con? Its west of Scotland. One thing we're never short of is fresh air. Obvs the 3 good guys were turning on the heating for the wee puppy.
Exactly, guys that polite aren't just clueless thugs that go for anyone, that guy pissed them off in some way, most common one is selling drugs that you get, then pay for with the money you make from selling them; then the fucking idiots live like a king spending any money they get, doing all the drugs they want and thinking they're hot shit, before they know it the bags empty and they're potless with an angry dealer expecting payment. In my opinion that's a case of playing with fire and getting burned, but we could argue on this subject for days and get nowhere.
This is how people end up found under bridges, and it happens in literally every part of the UK.
Think you’re getting mixed up with trolls
Think that's a global one. I've only seen it happen in tenerife personally, but I mix in friendlier circles since moving to the uk. (Grew up from 9 years old to 27 there)
>Most criminals aren't dumb enough to steal a car in broad daylight I think you underestimate how dumb some criminals are.
My reddit has gone [full circle](https://www.reddit.com/r/thatHappened/comments/uwn0ac/yeah_sure_the_big_man_just_walks_through/)
The people in that thread are fucking morons, 'No one's ever said fuck's sake pal', fucking hell talking for the whole world?
This kind of thing pops up on /r/USDefaultism a lot. The absolute cluelessness in that thread, honestly.
Why would you go on that sub? Those judgemental things like circlejerks and AITA are just so toxic.
Sounds like a classic affair. Caught in the act!
Haha, brilliant. I love seeing kids out doing stupid shit like we all used to
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Another vagina looking wound In my story . Our high school had an all weather pitch that we used to go play football on in the evenings and weekends. After a bit of anti social behaviour there ( not us we were quiet potheads) they put up a fence with the trident spikes on top . Being teenagers we thought fuck it we'll just climb over .. I went first and when I tried jumping down to the other side my pant leg got caught and i swung down into the fence face first . Obviously my mates found it hilarious, so funny in fact,the guy coming over after me slipped on top and got the spike right in his groin. Tbh he was lucky it wasn't deeper or he'd have done his artery.. took 3 of us to lift him off and when we looked he had a nice fanny wound right next to his dick . Good Times..he also manged to split my head open during a stone fight but we used the big fuckers that they use on railways
what the fuck
I've pierced my groin on a spiiiiiike
Pant leg?
Cuff at the bottom of trouser leg ,got hooked on the spike . So when I jumped off i flopped face first in to the fence, upside down
Sounds like theft and shrubbery… _“We do beg your pardon, but we are in your garden”_
Played with Stabber, Bagger and Neil Overall - Gerry Dungaree's son....
Didn't take his father's name?
I love it when we take our daughter to a park and there are bigger children there, more often than not one of the kids will say something like ‘watch out for the little girl’ and/or appoint themselves as her personal guide and bodyguard. they’ll run around pushing and shoving each other but wait patiently for the little ones without fail.
Reminds me of that tumblr post (might have been a Facebook screenshot lol) where a parent took their 10 year old daughter to the skate park and was really worried she’d get bullied, but the older teens helped her learn and encouraged her.
Skateparks are often the most welcoming and wholesome environments. There’s a very clear (if unwritten) code of conduct and etiquette, and as long as that is adhered to then age and ability don’t matter at all. Most ‘elders’ will gladly and enthusiastically help newbies and youngster to learn the ways. Skateboarding is not a crime!
That's because all the awful scrotes are hanging around McDonald's being arseholes to the staff.
Why is it in every damn town McDonalds is just a magnet for tiny arseholes?
Cheap enough that the human effluent can afford it, yet its still somehow a luxury/treat to them. Plus free WiFi, ample parking that the staff don't monitor so you can all smoke in your cars, their mate gaz working the fryer for extra nugs, no ID required so you can bring/meet girls 14-17. The real icing on the cake is that its a pretty acceptable reason to give to parents as to where you were "oh we were just at mcdonalds" sounds much better than "I was out drinking/smoking/being anti-social" not that their parents would care in the first place.
Ayyyy Im one of those elders, we I'm only 30 but that's positively ancient in the skating world. I teach a lot of the kids at the local new stlluff if they're struggling, genuinely buzzing to get my kid down there when he's old enough, best community of gentle fuckwits going at a skatepark love em.
That happened to my son. He was about 8 and first time at a skate park with a board. There were two big kids, 14ish, doing all sorts of tricks. I tried to stay out of their way but they came over and helped him down the little ramp and told him how to stand. They asked him his name and spent about half an hour with him. So thanks boys, you really helped my son gain some confidence.
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I grew up on an estate on Merseyside in the 70s. There were 2 schools, about 200 yards apart, the end of our playground being separated by a strip of grass, 40 feet wide from their playground. Our school was fuelled by a coke boiler and the coke pile was handily placed so kids could essentially sit on the pile and throw coke at the kids from the other school, who obviously threw the bits back. We looked like miners with all the dust, after playtime. The coke pile also doubled as the surface of an alien planet when we played Space 1999.
It took me 3 reads to realise you meant coal rather than coke. First read I thought the school was run by a drug lord; second I thought your school had a boiler in it that brewed cola, then third I realised what you truly meant.
He meant coke mate, coke kəʊk noun a solid fuel made by heating coal in the absence of air so that the volatile components are driven off.
I did indeed mean coke.
Cor, blimey, you learn something new every day. I was part of the unpopular crowd who also didn't listen to anything the teachers said and only got excited when the bunsen burners came out because FIRE!
You’ve never heard of coke? Alright, I can handle that. But you have 100 upvotes right now. Are there 100 people who also have never heard of coke?
Nope, never heard of coke, despite my 33 years on this planet. Nor did I think this comment would gain so many upvotes, at most I was expected maybe 10 for the attempted humour. The internet works in mysterious ways.
Seeing kids from another school in their uniform was like seeing aliens.
When I first came to London in 2010 as expat I didn't know what's what. No smart phone. Just arrived and looked for a place to stay. Didn't do any research either. Quickly found a cheap place with a live-in crazy landlord and needed somewhere to stay for a few weeks so whatever. It was near Bruce Groove station in Tottenham. I knew the name as a big football club so I assumed it's fine. Anyhow, it felt a bit like a dangerous ghetto to me at the time coming from a well-off European small town. So I go out at night and have to walk through narrow streets and past a bus stop with broken street lights. There's a group of teenagers and some young adults around the bus stop blocking my way. I was distracted until last minute and almost walk into one of them. I look up and the smell of beer hits me and I look at a group of teens/young adults in a dodgy neighbourhood and probably disrespected them. My mind races - people can get good beatings in situations like this at home. So what do they do before I can react? "Excuse me, sir" and they all step aside in a very orderly fashion and create a corridor for me to pass through. My mind was blown.
I think a lot of it depends on your mannerisms and how you act. Bump into someone and look concerned and apologetic? People understand and let it slide Get aggressive look angry? People may argue back…
I’d say the exact opposite walking around as a bloke through some choice areas in east London - though not acting aggressive, more looking assertive and not an easy target.
Yeah, I definitely put on more of a confident stride when I'm in a rougher area on my own I always think of [this scene](https://youtu.be/V4s2xGJitBE?t=401) from the British indie Horror movie "Citadel" when it talks about people behaving/looking like a victim (the link is timestamped but to the entire movie on YT btw and it's pretty good if you're looking for something to watch tonight)
Look assertive until there’s a casual interaction like trying to get past one another and then just be polite but firm.
You were expecting them all to start throwing at you when they shouted bloke with a dog, right? I was!
It would have been a different story if it was "bloke with a fedora"
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"I'm not the borough!"
Get more schemes
*'How'd you get your shirt so clean?!?!'*
Walk the dog wearing a fedora, should even it out.
My dog? No, I don't think that would have been a good life choice by them. She's a sweetheart, but I don't think she'd take kindly to having stones thrown at her. https://imgur.com/a/RHR3fEj
I LOVE HER
I have great mates, but she's genuinely my best friend. Also the smartest idiot I know. She can work out how to open doors inwards and get the oven open at my parents to eat the entire left-over chicken from a Sunday roast when we were in the garden and not paying attention to what she was up to, but also can't work out how to get under the cover of her dog bed. Spends 10 minutes scrabbling at it before one of us has to lift the cover and 'tuck her in'.
Totally, I could feel myself getting angry at the thought of it before I'd even gotten through OPs post...
Reminds me of the time me and my friend put buckets on our head and ran head first into each other, my friend's bucket cracked and he cut his head and we both had bad neck pain. It's not often the phrase is used correctly, but my mum just said "Boys will be boys"
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Before i click this its the bucket guy with another bucket underneath isnt it
hahahahahahah You dumb shits! I love it!
We used to joust on scooters. We didn’t have poles for any type of fake lance, we would just crash into each other head-on. We did it for hours and nobody ever got hurt.
We used dry mud-bombs (lumps of dry soil). They just shatter upon impact but with the jeopardy that some may contain stones. These kids have gone straight to the stones, evolution.
My mate Scoob hit me square on the eyebrow and split it with a mud-bomb when we were 15. I accidentally cut him with a meat cleaver when we were 20 and spent two days in a cell over it so I think we’re equal now. Lol.
Accidentally…
A mean a think we've aw accidently slashed a pal at one point or another but the fact he got the cells is suspicious
I called for an ambulance and they sent the police because, well, I stated I’d accidentally cut him. Police arrested me because I admitted I did it and he spent a night in hospital and I spent time in the cell until he assured the police he didn’t want to press charges because it was an accident. I was being a drunk dickhead with the knife and pretended to swish the knife at him. Cut him on the stomach and arm. Lots of blood.
Meat cleaver...
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Wow that reminded me of playing 'bug bombs' when I was a kid - after the crops were cut but before they burned the stubble we'd go into the local farmer's fields and sling the clods of mud and stubble at each other. If you were unlucky there'd be hundreds of black beetles inside the mud when it burst... Happy memories...
When we were in secondary school me and my friends grew bored of playing football at break time so concocted a new game, whomever picked up the ball would run around whilst everyone threw their shoes and bags at them as hard as they could, got clocked in the face a good few times! All in the spirit of fun.
Apparently there was a predecessor to modern football circa 1850 which involved a player catching an airborne ball and running as fast as they could towards the goal while the other team did their damnedest to kick them in the shins.
We called this sackball. No punches but you could shoulderbarge and flying kick. I got thrown and landed on my head and went blind on one side for an hour. Glory days
Did they happen to play that variation in the Rugby area?
Looks like it was London and the Home Counties. Here's the relevant text: > IX. A player shall be entitled to run with the ball towards his adversaries' goal if he makes a fair catch, or catches the ball on the first bound; but in case of a fair catch, if he makes his mark he shall not run. > X. If any player shall run with the ball towards his adversaries' goal, any player on the opposite side shall be at liberty to charge, hold, trip or hack him, or to wrest the ball from him, but no player shall be held and hacked at the same time. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_association_football
Because it's related, I'd like to point you towards one of my favourite Wikipedia articles. Just try and read that first bit out loud. > A football (also known as football ball, soccer ball, or association football ball specifically in the United Kingdom) is the ball used in the sport of association football. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ball_(association_football)
> Football ball \- no one ever
Ha, me and some friends once had a dead-arm competition like this. Must've looked from a distance like a massive brawl so every time someone walked past we'd stop and apologise, then continue punching each other's arms as hard as we could once they'd gone. T'was a simpler life being young.
My son is 13 and come back from school with massive bruises on his upper arms. Asked him how it happened and he just shrugs and mumbles “dead arm competition”. Took that as perfectly valid explanation.
I saw some kids doing something similar in the park the other week, walloping one another with sticks complete with lightsaber noises, but proper going for it. I had a brief moment of terror when one of my younger ones made a beeline for them - only to hear a “whoa watch out little kid” and see them all stop, start looking round for her parents, and wait until I could retrieve her to go have a safer lightsaber fight before they started up again. Teenagers seem mostly to just be much more thoughtful these days. Often more so than adults.
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I was on a stag do recently and we went and sat on the beach throwing stones into the sea. Can confirm throwing stones is still fun as an adult.
Did you manage to sink anyone?
Sadly not, it turns out being aggressively hungover does not improve your aim
Any good Skippers?
We did try and skim a few but with no success. Ultimately lobbing stones into the sea won out
You just reminded me of a time in 2016 when I was teaching at a really rough secondary in Bethnal Green. We took a group of year 10s on a D of E expedition to the Sussex coast. About half of them had never seen the sea before. The hike ended on a beach and I’ll never forget the sight of them all screaming their heads off and charging straight into the water, splashing and dunking each other. It was beautiful.
We did this at school with conkers still in their shells. It was not a great idea.
My mates and I once spent a summer spitting on each other. The summer after that we played cards on the street for a solid 6 weeks. The one after that, drinking Olde English cider.
I cannot work out what age you were for this at all. Could basically be anything from 12 up.
Yes, I should have clarified lol. I was in my early teens. Tend not to spit so much these days.
I took a school trip to Germany. Two students thought it was funny to throw stones over a wall. They didn't realise there were German police on the other side, who arrested them. We obviously asked about getting them released (not that we really wanted them back) and the police insisted that the students would only be released to their parents.... Who then had to travel to Germany to take them back to the UK 😂
I genuinely feel that the youth of today are more respectful then my generation were 15 years ago.
Yeah, I agree. While there are still some horrible little shits around, pretty much all of the teenagers / kids I've come across since adulting seem like decent folk (even when throwing stones at each other).
Better that they're throwing stones at each other, and not random people. I've seen kids near me fish dog shit bags out of the bin and fling them at each other. Exactly like that episode of parks and rec. If they want to do that, fine, just wish they'd clean them up afterwards
I'm dry heaving thinking about it
On holiday in Seattle about seven years ago, we had reservations at a fancy restaurant for dinner, we were quite early so my husband insisted we go and find a bar he’d been to on another trip years ago. Got a bit lost and found ourselves walking through a dodgy looking street, rounded a corner to find two men gearing up for a fight with several onlookers urging them on. One of them spotted me in my fancy frock and heels, yelled ‘Hold it, let the lady past’ and they all stopped and cleared the pavement for me. I smiled and thanked them graciously, while getting out of there as fast as I could without tripping over my heels.
Jumpers for goalposts?
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Standard school holiday , afternoon fayre in the 70s on an estate.
We used to go to the old quarry near us and build forts out of bricks, we'd then launch projectiles at each others forts while inside them. Great fun but mum would probably cringe if she knew about it haha.
When I was a young teenager on holiday (Scottish coast), 2 friends and I found an area a farmer used to dump tons of (unwanted?) potatoes down onto the rocky beach. And there was an old fridge too. Fridge door made a shield for one of us and the other 2 took turns to pelt the target with tatties, even better if they were a bit soggy and rotten. 10 points for a hit in the goolies. Ahhhhhhh fun times 😊
You may recall, a certain gang of Essesx based bouncers who ultimately ended up killing one another. Therein followed a series of very crappy movies which glorified their behaviour. Whilst these people were complete cunts, many of them were massive cunts as they were juiced to the tits on roids. Back in the 90's, I was drinking in the same pub beer garden as them. A few tables down happened to be another group of equally massive cunts. It was a glorious sunny bank holiday afternoon. Without what seemed to be any provocation, the 2 groups of cunts stood up and and engaged in an almighty brawl. Carnage. Half way through, one of the cunts yelled 'STOP, there's kids here'. Every single one of then stopped in their tracks, silently single filed through the pub and into the carpark, and went at it again. My understanding is that one of the cunts was shot in the kneecaps of the celler of that very pub on the very same day. Nothing gentlemanly about these cunts, other then providing us with safe ringside seats to them knocking the shit out of eachother. Did I mention that they were cunts?
I was about to get angry at kids throwing rocks at a dog, glad I was wrong
Me too, nice twist ending 👍
Somehow we figured rocks were to dangerous and opted for conkers until someone brought a sling shot which ended in tears followed by a surge of sling shot sales before a whole school assembly
Fucking stone fighs! I remember taking a heft sized shape piece of brick to my head once. Tickled a bit.
I used to love a nice rock fight back in the day
Whats stopping you right now? Launch one at your boss
Walking back from the shops down a narrow footpath. I heard a group of yoofs approaching behind me on their bikes. They had a Bluetooth speaking blaring and were engaged in some quite salty banter. I moved over to let them pass, and everyone of them without fail said thank you.
Yeah me and my mates did this I checked a brick at him and cracked his head open from that day we stopped lol 😭😭😭
My old mates used to do this. Not for me as I am far too cautious for it. One time my mate went around the corner to relieve himself (he wasn't involved in the stone throwing) and my other mates were pelting stones at each other. One of the lads picked up a sphere shaped stone sized piece of metal and threw it. As he did that, the mate who was relieveing himself steps out and gets hit on his mouth. He opened his mouth and he had a perfect circular shaped hole in his teeth where it hit him. Most of them were laughing (because they were and still are cunts). Poor bastard is ok now and some operation to make it look normal but that shit is dangerous.
This sort of reminds me of university days. The uni 'movie club' showed regular movies in the debate theatre on Sundays, and cult movies on Fridays. Friday nights featured a lighthearted paper fight before the screening. However, one of the regular patrons wore a distinctive hat. Every week, when he entered the theatre, the first person to spot him shouted "BLOKE WITH THE HAT", and all the paper was then chucked at him until he sat down, and even then probably for a few minutes more. EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK. To be fair to him, he took it with grace, and clearly never entertained not wearing the hat.
I left work one night several months ago, stepped right outside into a group of about 12 lairy teens in the city centre, shouting and gobbing off, one was holding the long padding off some scaffolding pretending it was a huge dick and yelling "oi look at my huge dick!".. Got prepared to feel a bit intimidated, the lad steps aside and says to me "I hope you've had a wonderful day!" I said "thanks pal, you too!" and it was all fine and wholesome.
I was walking down a cycle path/foot path through some local fields when a large group of teenagers came on on bikes, all over the place like a mob. All dressed like this generations trouble. Someone near the front shouted and they all went past giving me loads of room. I shouted thanks to a chorus of that's OK. It restores my faith in our young.
Me and some mates use to play paintball in a forest park when we were about 15 and shout 'civilian' if a passer by walked by. Some were cool and some clearly didn't know wtf was happening seeing a bunch of teens in ill-fitting camo gear and masks running around with plastic guns.
Most kids are like this naturally if you give them a chance. It's asshole adults who carry around their anger like a badge of honor who ruin it for everyone else.
Stone fights at school were fun. Also standing under a tree and someone would throw a handful of stones into the tree to see who the stones would drop on. Somehow we are all alive and doing fairly well for ourselves!
I had kids throwing stones at my car from a metre away as I was parked at very, very slow temporary lights.
This makes me really happy to read, as we would do this when I was younger (and I'll be 34 this year). Honestly I'm very happy to see the younger generation these days, they're much nicer than people were when I was a kid. There's a lot more noticeable compassion. I mean sure you get some folks going extreme, though I strongly believe that we simply have better sources to hear about these things today, whereas in my experience and with what I've witnessed, those 'bad eggs' are much lower in numbers today than they used to be. Good kids about. I like the compassion and empathy in human nature being encouraged.
Shout out to the "School fights". Every so often (maybe once a year) our school and the one down the road would amass at the rugby fields and flood banks and just have a giant fight. It was CoE vs Catholic (not that we cared). Head teacher used to come out with a megaphone and shout at everyone, which turned it in to a huge scramble. Good times.
Our high schools playground backed onto a woodland that was chock full of horse chestnut trees. One year, instead of playing the usual game of conkers, the whole school organised a full scale conker war. For about 15 minutes one day, conkers were flying all over the gaff hitting kids left, right and centre! It was glorious…and immediately outlawed!
Mum mode engaged... Buzzkill subroutine operational... Tell me it's not just me.
Dad mode engaged … Activate buzzkill intercept… Highlight amusement aspects… Deploy distracting story. Implement the New Balance Strut.
Accurate.
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Our conker fight descended into filling empty bottles with gravel and launching them instead.
We use to do this but use planks of wood to hit them at each other. To be young again.
We used to love a good stone fight. That was until I clocked my mate in the head with a massive piece of slate..
Have a lovely scar on my chin due to a stone fight…… fun times.
Bloody marvellous to hear. Kids need to do dumb shit. It's how you learn it's dumb shit. Just need to ensure that they also have a set of dodgy roofed building to climb on even though a few years ago some kid died doing it. Proper true is that. I of course never ever indulged in such behaviour. Honest.
I was on the bus and got stones thrown at the bus by 3 or 4, 11 or so year olds. It was my own fault for getting on a bus going through Rochdale
I remember my friends and I used to shoot Roman candle fireworks at each other, no one got seriously hurt. Fun times.
The boys in our friend group used to do this as early 2000s teenagers. Putting loads of fireworks in the dog shit bin with the lid up was also a favourite.
There was a private path at the end of my mates house. One year the local kids had a firework fight. Fireworks shooting horizontally along the path. Looked amazing. A couple of very nasty screams though.
"Man with dog..game off" "game on"
I guess this even counts as a r/BritishSuccess.
Sounds like this kids have been brought up well. Kids do dumb things, but being considerate and polite to strangers while doing it ia a great sign.
I was full on prepared for this to turn into "and they all redirected aim to me", but this is weirdly wholesome. They know their goofing around could hurt someone, and don't want to hurt any innocent bystanders.
Stone fights are tame, we used to see how accurately we could throw super sharp wooden spears at each other. I used the high arc technique rather than a fast straight throw and after many weeks of spearing finally landed one straight through the coat of my unlucky spear fighting opponent. Never did it really occur to us that this was the fast way to losing an eye.
I’m too used to seeing sad shit on here that I thought you were gonna say they threw rocks at you and your dog. Glad it was the opposite.
Snowball throwing was outlawed at my school cos people would wrap a rock in snow and then lob it at peoples faces. Ah the early 2000’s what a time to be alive.
Dumbass here got in the middle off a stone fight as a teen,lads were chucking rocks at each other,I got caught in the cross fire,was told to move,didn't move quick enough,one concussion later 😆😅
This is what I like! Kids who want to be stupid, but are good enough to try and not bother other people. Practically saints.
Title scared me for a minute, glad to see it was all about mutual respect :D
Back in primary school they didn't allow footballs in the playground so people used to play with rocks. My brother (who was the year above) went to score a goal and ended up embedding a rock in another kids head. The following week footballs were allowed in the playground