Was this just my neighborhood in the ’80s or do some of you know what I’m talking about? The fear and superstition may be exaggerated here but not by much.
I hate not being able to update more! I’m going to take full advantage of the weekend and do as much as possible. I’m preparing October’s fun pack as well. Thank you so much to everyone who joined the fun club! I am so so grateful and amazed at how awesome you all are.
I’m too young to remember the 80’s but I appreciate the sentiment here. I can remember the awe and whispered stories shared between my peers about our terrifying encounters with teenagers.
I like the connection here between ghost stories and this gossip. The playgrounds, like campfires, are some of the last true homes of oral storytelling in modern times.
I remember, as I was born nearly 43 years ago. I remember when crack replaced weed, and I remember the PCP freakout during the winter holding his family hostage, killing one of his kids and killing a cop. I remember walking to elementary school when some weird older man (probably an addict, obviously whacked) trying to pimp out his daughter or maybe girlfriend or whatever she was and all I could say is, “I’m nine years old! I have to go to school.” My parents would tell me, “It was a nice neighborhood when we moved here,” after they had moved out. The single family homes were surrounded by high rises and depression era three story apartment projects. It was Suitland, MD in the PG. I’m lucky to have left with my life.
I grew up in the 90’s, and though there was less denim, the burnouts still existed.
“teenagers” are the most frightening thing when you’re a child.
that said? i don’t think it should be considered a reason for suicide – anti-bully campaigns make me cringe with the falsehood and hypocrisy of it all.
@Popcultivation What the hell does this have to do with anti-bully campaigns ?
My childhood right here.