The America I Grew Up In. Jeff Allen

I remember my little brother sledding down "dead man's hill", knocking himself out and his friends brought his unconscious body home on that sled like a fallen Gladiator hero on his shield!

Summer evenings, playing ball, not noticing the growing darkness, then all of a sudden snapping out of the game's reverie, realizing it's completely dark, heading home for supper.

Laying in the back window of a 71 Duster while traveling, putting pennies on railroad tracks, putting playing cards on bike spokes, throwing snowballs at passing cars....the good ole days.

"She threw me back like a trout" bahahaha

“We do dumb things, thats how we learn not to do dumb things!”

Wow genuine humor without vulgarity, just listen to the genuine laughter he creates. What a treat

The minor cuts and scrapes are long forgotten, but the physical scars of my adventures bring a smile to my face. What sense of exhilaration and fun my childhood gave me! I thank my parents for picking me up, brushing me off, saying "ha! that's nothing", and sending me back out.

Omg he is speaking nothing but the truth 😂😂😂 his delivery is Great 👍🏼 sooo funny

I remember the metal slides ! They were tall and fun but boy did they hurt like hell in the summer ! Anyone born before '95 remembers the dangers and thrills of: merry go rounds , teeter toters and the ball on the string and pole. Thanks for the laughs!

So refreshing to have a funnyman who's not vulgar #_#

Most of my childhood memories involve my father looking at me and asking, “Well did you learn anything?”

This man speaks the truth, no swearing and makes people think, laugh and remember when life was your fault if anything happened to you. Let people be people.

There were 3 of us kids in the backseat of my Dad’s Thunderbird in the 70’s. When we went on long trips, we’d leave in the middle of the night. Therefore, my older brother would be asleep on the seat with his pillow, my little sister in the floor (made comfy with pillows/blankets on either side of the hump) and I’d be up in the window. Sure...we’d all end up in the floor a time or two when Dad would hit the brakes, but I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything.

Loved growing up in the 60's and 70's !! PURE UNADULTRATED FUN !! 😊😊

I think I cried laughing at the slide story - - I was born in 74' oh how I wish my boys could have experienced that kind of freedom

As my mother said to me and my brother, so I said to my children,"If you aint bleeding out, there are no broken bones poking through your skin and no organs hanging out, quit crying and go play!"

As an old fella of 72, Jeff's memories were pretty much the norm here in Australia back in the 50's and 60's, the hot metal slides and I mean really egg frying hot, the swings that were 12 foot high with the seat hanging a foot off the ground with no safety harness just hanging on to the support chain for dear life, going down to the town pool in summer with no parental supervision and a lot of other cool stuff that the kids of today wouldn't even dream of doing, life was simpler in those days. My parents didn't care where I was just so long as I was back for tea (supper to you Americans), they didn't mind how dirty I got as long as I wasn't wearing my school uniform on weekdays, I could go on forever about how things were back then, Gee I miss those days.

I haven't laughed that hard in a long time!!!! AND NO vulgarity!!!!! Excellent and so identifiable!!!

The entire playground at my elementary school was cracked asphalt. We used to stand up in the swings and when we got high enough we’d jump off. You lost if you didn’t land on your feet. Kids busted their heads, broke arms and legs and skinned knees. Nobody padded the ground you just got suspended if were caught. There was a wooded park at the end of my block with a creek in it. Kids used to catch crawfish and frogs. The creek had a little bend that created a little pond with a small island the middle. We used to cross on the stones and play with our Barbies o the island. Nobody bother us. As long as you were home before the street lights came on you were good.

I almost feel blessed that my preschool class was given the privilege to have an insanely tall metal slide on our playground. That thing was awesome. Sure, it burned our legs when we wore shorts, but we had so much fun it was worth it.