We used to cross the border between Quebec and the US to go jump off of a bridge and a set of cliffs over a river on the US side. We would go as a group of five or 10 kids on bmx’s and 10-speed bikes. Border guards never even talk to us. They would just wave us through as we came in. And most of the time they were all smiles.
True story. I took a city bus to the library, by myself, when I was 6 years old. This trip included a transfer.
Still here 63 years later …
wow jesus christ 63 years!! You should go ask the library assistant, they will prob help you. Your family are probably worried sick!
My parents only gave me a dime for the trip there …
No dime for the return trip, eh?
Some say he’s still riding on the MTA.
Vote for George O’Brien!
That’s neglect! Someone call the cops!
I chuckled
I didn’t realize this sloth was in fact our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Matilda?
I was recently talking ro someone about the gokd ole days.
When i was a kid, my friend and i would take a bus from Canada to the US to go hang out at the hockey arena to get autographs on our hockey cards.
We took a bus.
Went through customs. (All we needed back then was a birth certificate.)
Walked through a notoriously bad area to get to the arena.
Hung out for hours.
And returned home safely.
We were 10.
We used to cross the border between Quebec and the US to go jump off of a bridge and a set of cliffs over a river on the US side. We would go as a group of five or 10 kids on bmx’s and 10-speed bikes. Border guards never even talk to us. They would just wave us through as we came in. And most of the time they were all smiles.
Yep, quite relatable!
60 here. Parents used to send my brother and alone on the subway to go to the museum. I was 5 and he was 9.