dang ninnies.

You catch someone bragging about shooting one another with a 22 steer clear.

We were super smart kids. We played at night. Only rule was you couldn't shoot at the face. It was night we shot at noise.

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Thought a BB scare was a right of passage

Liar you did not even have a bb gun. Probably a soy drinking hipster.

If you ever lived in Rowlett or the Shores in Rockwall, we probably shot each other

Don’t confuse me with that Yankee Judd

This explains a lot, where is he from?

It’s not Texas, so does it really matter?

I think Indiana

Ten years of perplexity explained in two sentences...

Thanks Bobo & BP

Happy country homes white trash through and through. . That's how I know those lawn mower boys.

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We always gave our new toys to Goodwill and the less fortunate in Happy Crappy Estates.............it built my character.

Believe it or not we gave out a lot to those folks. Living out there always taught me I was fortunate to have parents that were not drug addicts and food on my table.

Just busting on ya man.............youre an alright punk in my book.

I figured you were joking. That area wasn't bad when you were a kid was it? My great uncle built a lot of those houses and I can remember being little bitty and riding with him in a golf cart below the dam of that lake on a small course.

I always wanted a Barbi, Barbi Benton.

Think it was country lake estates and it was ahead of its time. It was a master planned community way before anyone imagined such a thing. I still say it sits on some of the prettiest land in Rockwall and wish I had bought dozens of lots from Billy Peoples when I could have.

Now Rockwall and Heath have it split I think........don't hold me to that.

I never had any friends that wanted to shoot each other with 22’s. A buddy’s dad got shot with one in the neck when they were practicing for Vietnam their senior year of high school. Same man got shot 1/2 inch from his Nam practice bullet wound after a bar fight in his front yard when his son and I were in JR high. He had bitten a mans ear off and was followed home from the bar. He never got wounded in the Marine Corps. I guess the practice paid off.

My buddies used to come over and let my dad shoot us with a red rider while we were running and hiding around the barn in elementary school. Sounded like this, “ Hey, you want to come over and let my dad shoot us with a BB gun? “SURE.”

Life was fun growing up in Odessa.

Spent many nights in those trailers and some nights under them. Got a lot of good friends that lived in their. Use to hunt that lake for ducks quite a bit

I spend most holidays alone. Cathy is coming home for Christmas. That's enough for me. I would give up all the toys I ever owned for having her here.

Glad you're getting to spend time with her Bill. Holidays, especially Christmas aren't much without family.

Growing up with 9 kids 6 boys, 3 girls and the bread winner dad in the Army we were never asked what we wanted, we usually got clothes and a family game like monopoly. There would be other neat little things that were for the boys like a big plastic bag of Army men, a Football or Frisbee, girls would get a doll or whatever.

We had a blast with the Army men using rubber bands and folded paper wads shooting them down. When we got bored with that it was time to set the head on fire and watching the fire balls drip and the neat zipping sound the little smoke trailed fireballs made falling to the ground.

Always wanted a big motorhome and finally went out and bought one 10 years ago. Now it's not so much fun anymore driving it around and staying on top of repairs. Always something. Selling it and use the cash to fund my Lonestar Beer account.

The end of an era.

Here I thought I was the only one. I used to ride my bike with my double barrel across the handle bars going to back of the trailer park and dove hunt in that field off mims Rd.