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I was born in USSR, in 1977, in the most just country in the World.
Soviet kids like me:
Went to school and back on their foots since age seven (no parents ever drive us to schools or back ever).
After the school we have cooked a lunch and eat it, then we have done our home duties like cleaning and shopping, then we did our homework.
Then we went outside and spend all our free time at the streets.
There we did the following things:
We fought each other all the time using the strict code of behavior (fight goes to the first blood, no finishing off of the fallen, no intervene from the third side into the fight between two).
Our favorite toy was a knife, which we used to throw at the Earth to play a couple of complicated strategic games.
Our other toys included:
A self-made slingshots, crossbows, a “samostrel” – a device consisted of a lamp holder and a balloon glued to it (you place a stone inside the lamp holder, then pull back the balloon, release it and shoot the stone to your buddy).
We shot the stones to each other using all kind of self-made weapons.
We climbed a ten-meter-tall trees without any ladders or ropes.
We've run over garage roofs trying to catch each other (that’s how I broke my arm for the first time when I was 10).
We throw flammable balloons into the fireplace and observing the explosions.
We were creating a flammable balloons using bottles and carbide.
We have burnt everything possible all the time.
We've jumped over the fire just for fun and to show courage.
We've made a lot of deadly things that could injure us and used them as toys. Like: you take two bolts and one nut. You screw a nut on a one bolt on half, then place a substance from the matches inside, then screw a second bolt tide. Thus, you have an explosive substance inside a nut between two bolts (A really big bolts, the bigger the better). Then you throw it on the asphalt near your knees and it explodes and bolts fly away with a sound and a speed of a bullet. Now imagine 30+ kids doing this at the school yard at the break. That was quite a show! (but only a few have suffered before the principal strictly forbidden such entertainment at the yard, so we had to move elsewhere to continue our fireworks.)
We have played “cans”, the whole idea of the game was to fencing and hitting each other using a sawed-off hockey sticks, while protecting your can.
There were a lot of broken noses and blood, but it was our favorite game, football and hockey comes after.
When I was 11, I have crossed alone many times one of the biggest cities in the World – Moscow from North to South and from East to West. And I didn’t pay a penny for a public transportation like a subway or a bus. I very well knew how to cheat at 11.
I knew how to make money when I was a kid.
And all of that made me a man. The Soviet streets were our teacher!
And what you, Western pussies, did back then in your childhood? Played D&D?
What your Zoomers know about a real life now?
And how are you intending to defeat a generation of people, who despise death and know no fear since their childhood?
Born in USSR!!!
Soviet kids like me:
Went to school and back on their foots since age seven (no parents ever drive us to schools or back ever).
After the school we have cooked a lunch and eat it, then we have done our home duties like cleaning and shopping, then we did our homework.
Then we went outside and spend all our free time at the streets.
There we did the following things:
We fought each other all the time using the strict code of behavior (fight goes to the first blood, no finishing off of the fallen, no intervene from the third side into the fight between two).
Our favorite toy was a knife, which we used to throw at the Earth to play a couple of complicated strategic games.
Our other toys included:
A self-made slingshots, crossbows, a “samostrel” – a device consisted of a lamp holder and a balloon glued to it (you place a stone inside the lamp holder, then pull back the balloon, release it and shoot the stone to your buddy).
We shot the stones to each other using all kind of self-made weapons.
We climbed a ten-meter-tall trees without any ladders or ropes.
We've run over garage roofs trying to catch each other (that’s how I broke my arm for the first time when I was 10).
We throw flammable balloons into the fireplace and observing the explosions.
We were creating a flammable balloons using bottles and carbide.
We have burnt everything possible all the time.
We've jumped over the fire just for fun and to show courage.
We've made a lot of deadly things that could injure us and used them as toys. Like: you take two bolts and one nut. You screw a nut on a one bolt on half, then place a substance from the matches inside, then screw a second bolt tide. Thus, you have an explosive substance inside a nut between two bolts (A really big bolts, the bigger the better). Then you throw it on the asphalt near your knees and it explodes and bolts fly away with a sound and a speed of a bullet. Now imagine 30+ kids doing this at the school yard at the break. That was quite a show! (but only a few have suffered before the principal strictly forbidden such entertainment at the yard, so we had to move elsewhere to continue our fireworks.)
We have played “cans”, the whole idea of the game was to fencing and hitting each other using a sawed-off hockey sticks, while protecting your can.
There were a lot of broken noses and blood, but it was our favorite game, football and hockey comes after.
When I was 11, I have crossed alone many times one of the biggest cities in the World – Moscow from North to South and from East to West. And I didn’t pay a penny for a public transportation like a subway or a bus. I very well knew how to cheat at 11.
I knew how to make money when I was a kid.
And all of that made me a man. The Soviet streets were our teacher!
And what you, Western pussies, did back then in your childhood? Played D&D?
What your Zoomers know about a real life now?
And how are you intending to defeat a generation of people, who despise death and know no fear since their childhood?
Born in USSR!!!
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