Anonymous Stories, From Anonymous

Pearl

Pearl

THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
Sometimes, some things just need to be logged. The person who I am getting these stories from will not be named, but these are too good to not be published... somewhere.

When I was a kid, I had this obsession with digging holes. I'd dig these really deep holes all over the back yard. My parents didn't really care for some reason. Digging holes just seemed like a normal thing to me and I assumed that everyone was just as fascinated by holes in the dirt as me. It got to the point where I'd grab a shovel and go in to my neighbors yards and dig holes there too. Then I'd knock on their door all excited and show them the hole I dug for them.

What ended my hole digging career was when I went to the local park with the intention of digging the biggest most epic hole I've ever dug. I wanted to out do myself. Needless to say, a neighbor called the cops. The cops came and made me fill it back in. I could never understand why they would want me to fill it in... In my brain, I thought everyone liked holes in the ground.

Looking back. I had way more freedom than most kids. I did whatever I wanted and half the time my parents had no idea where I was. Think about that shit happening today. Kid digging holes. Would never fly.

After my hole digging obsession got shit down, my parents hid the shovels. My new obsession was crawling in to sewers. The neighborhoods sewers would drain in to the woods behind the house via 5 different outlets. So I'd crawl in to them and go pretty fucking far. Flashlight died one time and almost couldn't find way out.

I did a lot of weird shit that seemed absolutely normal to me at the time. But others thought I had something wrong... Like the time we took the family vacation in Myrtle Beach. I would walk up and down the beach for miles every day, all day for a week. But i was wearing combat boots and a trench coat ....IN THE MIDDLE OF AUGUST. Various security guards would approach me a and question me as to why I was there. When I flashed my room key and told them I was a guest, they couldn't do anything about it.

So the year that I used to go for long walks with my walkman, trench coat and combat boots on hot summer days. I used to walk everywhere all day long like a hobo. Fast forward a few years to college and I get a job working on a in Princeton. My boss sort of recognized me and said "YOURE THE TRENCHCOAT KID!!"

Apparently all the neighbors thought I was nuts, they wanted to report me as suspicious but really there was nothing they could do. And my boss lived in the same neighborhood. Him and his wife would look out the window and say "there he is again. That TRENCHCOAT kid. Just walking around....what's wrong with him?"
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rsinger814 said:
I'm guessing @pearl just want us to believe these are anonymous. I will continue to read the stories as if it's him!
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Pearl's too young for this:

I did whatever I wanted and half the time my parents had no idea where I was. Think about that shit happening today.

That was pretty much what it was like when I was growing up. We'd be out all day, our parents had no idea where we were. A couple of mile hike to a fishing hole one day, bike ride ~ 10 miles to some woods another. And this was pre-teen!
 
rick81721 said:
Pearl's too young for this:
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I don't think he's too young.

I'm only 26, and that was my life. My parents let us loose, we were in the woods all day digging dirt jumps for our BMX and dirt bikes. Fishing, hopping on trains, building brush fires, used all of our spare money to eat hot dogs at the uni-mart and drink a 2 liter of warm soda. That was the best thing ever growing up.

Edit - after thinking about my younger years, I'm practically the kid in pearl's story!
 
Mountain Bike Mike said:
Same here - latchkey kid, out all day, riding around through neighborhoods, shopping centers, woods... See a group of kids and join in on whatever.... Pickup ball sports, blowing each other, checking out someone's dad's porno stash.... Fist fights, Ya know, normal kid shit...

Hahaha
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I am starting to see a trend here. Vreeland was the first to pick up on it.
 
Ha it's just funny how much things have changed. We were like pets - our parents let us out in the morning and just assumed we'd find our way home before dark. I grew up in pennsyltucky btw
 
rick81721 said:
Ha it's just funny how much things have changed. We were like pets - our parents let us out in the morning and just assumed we'd find our way home before dark. I grew up in pennsyltucky btw
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I was in that crowd too. In elementary school in the summer I never had supervision. Thinking back on it, that was weird haha
 
rick81721 said:
Ha it's just funny how much things have changed. We were like pets - our parents let us out in the morning and just assumed we'd find our way home before dark. I grew up in pennsyltucky btw
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I have this discussion with wifey all the time... I am cool with letting the boys just go out and roam around and do fun stuff. But she won't have it - so my boys will grow up to be Wussies :)... I think it's more of my wife being judged by other mothers. You don't want to have "THOSE" kids or be "THAT" parent...

I say, let kids go out and play.. Set some limits (that you know they'll break anyway), teach them some basic rules like - don't cross the street when cars are coming, stay away from strangers and don't be an idiot and let them figure shit out and be independent.
 
i was a bit of a nomadic dirtbomb when i was a pre-teen too. once i figured out where the woods were id just disappear for the day playing with bugs and collecting leaves and pinecones n shit and come home filthy. the constant laundry surely pissed my mother off but i wasnt tuned into it then

i would "dig holes" in my yard by turning the hose on high, blasting the ground and watch the dirt erode away. after i got yelled at for that i would go behind the garage and "power wash" the paint off of of it. eventually i wasnt allowed to turn the hose on at all.

i also never wore shoes unless i was forced to go somewhere with my parents or school, the bottoms of my feet were like leather, id stick pins in the callused skin to see how many i could get in lol

once jr high started though all this time was reserved for smokin drugs in the woods and figuring out elaborate ways to get rejected from girls
 
I remember when me and my buddies put our money together and we bought our first vaporizer. Thing was huge. Had wires and tubes, kind of looked like a crystal ball. Made noise and everything. Had to warm up for like 10 minutes. We kept it at my buddies house because his parents were totally cool with 14 year olds getting high in their house. Looking back, many of my friends parents were cool like that and even got high with us. I remember when my buddies Dad caught us rolling joints for the first time. We thought we were busted. He came in and was like “WTF are you doing!? Thats not how you roll a joint!” Then he fired it and lit it up in front of us. I was like “Holy Shit! Mr. Buddy is cool as fuck!"

ME: Was this a one time thing or did it happen often?

From then on, his dad would always smoke with us. He even began buying his week from us. Shit, I was selling his dad weed. At the time that shit seemed normal. I cannot believe it. Who would do that these days? My buddies house eventually got raided by the cops because his neighbor was a state trooper and hated us. I know that guy had something to do with it. Vaporizer taken away, we were all sad. Now he is like the head of an IT company and has a beautiful family. I don’t think he gets high anymore. The looks I used to get from that fucking neighbor cop every time my ass went over there… The most disapproving looks.

How could I forget?

So the state trooper neighbor went on vacation and we saved lots of pot seeds and planted them all over his yard. No follow up on that though, no idea if they grew, but it was funny doing it. He was such a dick to us.
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That's how I learned to roll a joint. At the age of 6 I remember Watching my dad construct (different word used here when it's a masterpiece) joint after joint as I sat next to him on the arm of his chair. My first joint I rolled was horrible. But when I started smoking pot, it was with my cousin- and we would roll these monster joints lmao and get all banged up and listen to house music and rave.

All of my uncles said that my dad had the best pot around. I remember them being tied down to a stake in the ground because they were higher than the corn stalks in the garden.
 
Flaubert said:
That's how I learned to roll a joint. At the age of 6 I remember Watching my dad construct (different word used here when it's a masterpiece) joint after joint as I sat next to him on the arm of his chair. My first joint I rolled was horrible. But when I started smoking pot, it was with my cousin- and we would roll these monster joints lmao and get all banged up and listen to house music and rave.

All of my uncles said that my dad had the best pot around. I remember them being tied down to a stake in the ground because they were higher than the corn stalks in the garden.
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I would like to Like this post but I have my moral convictions these days that are too strong - rave and house music? really?

If you were raised right, after construction, headphones with Pink Floyd Animals would have been donned... sigh.. lost youth
 
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