Comments on: Memories in Juvenile Delinquency

By: sithbob

sithbob — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:13:47 +0000

I got hit with a dirt clod directly in the bean when I was 6 years old, it had a rock in it and you can still see the scar when I scrunch up my face. My mother told me, on the way to the hospital, and I will never forget it "Bob, you need to learn to not block things with your head."

By: fishninja

fishninja — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 20:41:24 +0000

Yep, we had dirt clod wars when I was a kid. There was a couple times though where it snowed enough to have snowball fights.

By: phreddiva

phreddiva — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 20:12:15 +0000

Of course we had that here!
Instead of snowballs, kids used bricks, and threw them from freeway overpasses. Sometimes they'd break a windshield and kill someone, and if they got caught, they got shot at instead of yelled at.

By: schwa242

schwa242 — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 18:34:32 +0000

"Dirt clods" were two of my favorite words when playing outdoors as a kid. Five years of my childhood was spent in Saudi Arabia, so dirt clod fights were a wee bit more common than snowball fights.