Whatever Happend to My Lunchbox?

My childhood must not have been that great since I seemingly have no important memories of it. (I blame the alcohol and hookers.) I do remember some lunchboxes we had in our house such as this lovely 1986 Pound Puppies one. I think there was also a Cabbage Patch Kids (maybe Care Bears?) lunchbox somewhere in the kitchen, but who knows.

Stop laughing, the Pound Puppies were bad ass and you know it.

One of the most important things I remember about my childhood was having a hell of a good time at the local creek. I would go there with my brothers and we'd just have a good ol' adventure and find the most random shit...well mostly tires and dead, bloated animal carcasses...carcasses? carci? carcassasses?

I ventured to that same creek we would explore through recently. I remember we wouldn't hesitate to cross the rapidly moving water by jumping onto rocks until we got to the other side. We were fearless as we walked without any grownups through the overhanging branches and mosquito filled bushes.

Of course now with the advent of faster-than-you-can-get-herpes-from-George-Michael media, I know now that apparently from everything I did as a child, I should be dead at least 40 times over.

When I was a kid this is what insects looked like.

And now....



Alright fine he's an arachnid...whatever. Fruggin Kenyans.

I think the moral of the story is "Go let your kid play outside otherwise he'll turn into Samuel L Jackson in "Unbreakable" "