like a funeral home, or a hotel.

a zoo? second floor of a mechanic shop?

I know with 50k members, so one grew in a place out of the ordinary.


I recall someone saying they grew up on a military base in England.

Had a friend whose dad was a deputy sheriff and the jailer.

He lived in the courthouse in a pretty nice apartment by the jail.

When we'd spend the night at his place, if no prisoners were there, we'd sleep in the jail cells sometimes. We thought it was great fun until his dad locked us in all night... It lost it's allure after that.

12344maggie grew up odd & strange.

LOL

Put my grandson in jail..



He bad...

I think Mississippi counts as an odd or strange place.

I grew up in HELL: Bronx, NY.

Got the fugh out of there fast, but not fast enough.

My bestus compadre lived at the Texas School for the Blind in Austin. His dad was the maintenance supervisor and they lived on campus in a nice little cottage. Rockin’ you knew him! The campus then was the old 1890’s bldgs. Man it was great when I went to stay with him. During high school they move out to the old home place and he went to Hight School in Round Rock. But they moved back to the school after we graduated.
The cottages had been either moved or had other staff living in them so they moved into the old infirmary bldg. i had my own room there! It was freaking awesome. Right out of the 1890’s!!! Big downstairs kitchen dining room and maybe 15 other rooms. I was upstairs!

Cool place!

But with two good legs and no broke dick.

I grew up in a place where there weren't any minorities, only yankees and french-canadians, does that count?

About 5 different trailer parks

Eminem don’t know shît

Only white kid in my 2nd grade class

Idaho?

#blessit

The 70s, dazed and confused...

lol

That’s a great band

I never heard of it till just now.


I gotta tell SaddleOxford Bob about them

Life in a Northern Town, above a fish and chip shop, my dad “Frank the Yank”, kept a baseball bat behind the counter for when the pubs let out....

I remember the winter of ‘63, it was friggin’ Arctic, and my dad wept when Kennedy was shot.....

Dawson, OK. North Tulsa which has traditionally been mostly populated by blacks since the 1921 race riot. Not one black within the boundaries of Dawson and never has been. Headquarters of the KKK in Tulsa from the 1940s. Now meth central and populated by inbred, fetal alchohol syndrome mouth breathers.

fetal alcohol syndrome

My neighbor kids were screaming just a little while ago before I got off the tractor.

lol

Must have got their asses tore up or fell off their trampoline again and landed on the push mower and pile of bikes

Speaking of bikes…..

Growing up, my bikes came from the dumps.


Back when dumps were all over. Before the EPA ruined it.

Any county road with hollow was a dump.


My dad worked on sundays in the oilfield. He traveled a bit making all the fields.

He knew were all the dumps were, found me a couple bikes.

Rich folks threw them out cause they weren’t the newest Mongoose or whatever the Brand was.


Also he still has in the storage shed a John Deere peddle tractor. Found it in the dump also.

We lived for awhile when I was young in an old pogo stick factory.

But then we bounced around quite a bit

No. I've lead a dull life.

Cool Bob! I’ve been by that place, but it was years ago.

My best friend grew up on the grounds of the Abilene State School.
His Dad was the Business Mgr, And they and the Superintendent lived in two huge old houses on the grounds.
It was on over a section of land, because they were originally self contained little cities where they farmed their own vegetables and raised their own livestock for food. It had its own Power Plant, and a bunch of underground steam tunnels for the Heat for the whole place.
We explored the heck out of them when we were kids.
Also, even though it was on the edge the City Limits, we hunted, Turkey, doves, quail, and all the varmints at will.
The place had an old Cemetery where they used to bury the residents back when it was a Epilepsy Colony originally.
We’d take our girlfriends there in HS and scare the schitt out of them by having another friend jump out of a hole that looked like a grave.
Did it once on an eerie full moon foggy night with a group of about 10 guys and their dates. One of our friends, who had never been there and wasn’t in on the joke, screamed like a little girl and ran about a mile before we caught up to him, laughing our asses off. SOB still hates us to this day. 😬

There is a family owned convenience store not far from me that is a two story building. The owner and his family live upstairs, I dont think I could live like that....

24hr store ?

Or one of those you gotta wake Joe Don up to get the night crawlers?

Neal! There was a big long box upstairs in the maintenance bldg. Was the old wood working area. Where they taught students different skills and such. In that box were Gewehr 98’s, 88 Commission rifles, bayonets, swords, and a 1908 Maxim! Our toys! I still have one of the old sawtooth bayonets.

He’s still strange and odd!!!!!

Mongoose? Back in the day if you were poor it was a Huffy or Murray, had money it was a Schwinn or a Ross.

My wife grew up in Springfield, Oregon, but I married her anyway.

Like i said.

Came from the dump.

That was then.

Now i figure it 100x worse.

With social media and all.

Cant be on Instagram with old stuff….

Had a Schwinn Apple Crate.

All our bikes come from the dumps.


Got Richard Boy a dandy the other day. Some sort of BMX bike or something.

I grew up in San Francisco in the late 60s/70s/80s. Odd and strange doesn't begin to describe it.

Dang! Y’all were lucky devils!

There was a actual Medical School human skeleton hanging from a rack from the State School’s old Hospital. I guess they must’ve used it to teach Nurses or something like that.

Anyhow, his Dad, The Business Mgr, kept it in the closet of his office. His favorite joke to play on visitors or new hires was to ask if they wanted to see his “skeletons in the closet”. He thought it was hilarious! 🤪

I bet that’s right !!!

My first ex wife grew up in their Families Funeral Home.

Really creeped me out the first time she took me to meet her Parents. We stayed in a Motel that night.

She was always creeped out about it too. Said none of her friends growing up would spend the night with her.

She was “fairly normal” all things considered.

Except for being a bat schitt crazy redhead. 🤪

we must be about the same age.

Well, it turned out well for ya. You’re a funny phugger.

The closest to being homeless was in the US Army.

Well. I grew up in Kenny Lake. People from Alaska can tell you about the place. A bit different from what you folks might consider normal. We would have shoot outs at the public water well between different lone wolf survivalists. They had us clean up the blood as a school project. Our closest neighbor was a serial killer named Charles T. Sinclair. He was known as the coin shop killer. My first job was for Bob Galletin who had two wifes and a pile of kids from both women. He was the editor of the local paper. One day they got tired of him and moved out and left him with the kids. We used to visit Jim Ryan who lived in the only trailer court up there in a place called Krinkeville. He was a mafia hitman turned states evidence and placed in the witness protection program.

You sir, win the thread.

...And my daughter in the San Elizario, TX jail, built in 1850. Housed William Bonney and Billy the Kid, who was the only man to escape from the jail.

👍👍

I knew a kid that slept in a dresser drawer for his first 7 years.


They fashioned him a box at the foot of the bed after he outgrew the drawer.

My wife's aunt slept in a dresser drawer when she was a baby. Her parents couldn't afford one of those baby beds for little babies.

Getting my first bicycle was a huge deal, bought from a neighbor. Shortly thereafter I got run over by a bloke on a Vespa scooter when I pulled out in front of him. Scalp wound, bled like a stuck pig. Must have been about 1966, got stitches. My folks took the bicycle away for a whole year, then I had to take a bicycle safety course.

I think now the whole thing happened because they drive on the wrong side of the road over there 🙂

Sure it wasn't Flave and his ruckus.
#timetravel

Lived in an upstairs room at a pig farm in Germany.

Not me, but I got 2 friends that grew up living at 'B Line' (I think that's what they called it)

That's the housing at Angola Prison.

Growing up in one of many dry (no alcohol sold) counties in Tx.
Had to drive 30-40 miles one way for cold beer, or use the boot-leggers.

I went to a bootlegger up in Eastern KY back in the early 90s that had stolen a Ronald McDonald statue from a McDonalds somewhere, and had rigged a microphone and speaker up beside it. You pulled up to Ronald, placed your order, then drove around to a window he had cut in the back of the trailer to pick your booze up.

That guy had style. Lol

My drunken grandfather gave my grandmother another beating while she was pregnant. She walked to the hospital and my father was born prematurely.. Grandmother walked home with dad in a shoe box. He was kept in a drawer for a good while as well.
Reservation life.

Osky

I was born on a farm, 10 feet below sea level, that was the bottom of the sea 20 years earlier.

Still hate that effing fine clay to this day.......

I lived a couple of winters in a Snow Rangers cabin at 11,200’ as a kid.

Growing up around my family was odd enough

I grew up in a well to do suburb north of Milwaukee , only hitch was we lived in a 1920 river cabin, two rooms, no indoor plumbing or running water, All the local kids loved to come to our house as my parents were really nice and it was a fun place to hang out.

My wife grew up in CO with out even electricity or a well, water was hauled to the house and stored in a cistern. Her school didn't have plumbing and the older boys in class had to escort the little one to the out-house to kill any rattle snakes that might be there.

Neither one of us would have changed our lives.

I grew up in a country called America. Quite a bit different than this one.

You said a mouthful.

I grew up on an Indian reservation between Tucson and Ajo. Only about five white kids in the whole school. Stood out like a diamond in a goat's ass! Kindergarten was to teach the Indian kids to speak English. I already knew how so they moved me into first grade after the first week.