Things I used to be able to do when I was young, but can’t anymore.

Things I used to be able to do when I was young, but can’t anymore.


Randomly


Remember my friends phone numbers.

I used to be able to work out in my head the day of the week that any particular date fell on. Nowadays I have to look it up on the calendar on my phone

Break Dance [ Now, I would just Break Down ]

Put my leg behind my head or even sit on a lotus position

Skateboard & pop some moves on a BMX

[ I've tried the last two recently on my cousins Skateboard & Mongoose.. with humiliating consequences ]

Set fire to things.

Pee in the street without people looking at me funny

Get ready for a Saturday night out & really think I would pull something gorgeous

Spotly

Climb a tree with monkey like agility.

I could easily climb onto the Farra Park Stadiam roof [ To retrieve a football kicked up there & at times secretly smoke ] But ask me to climb up a building using just a drainpipe now & you can forget it.

I could run a 5km cross country easily when 16 – Now I’d faint after a km. -

Play Footy all day until it got dark & there weren’t enough people left to play with Go home, have a night out & do it all again the next day…
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Wander where did I get all that energy from?

Drunkly

Function with a hangover….. Miracles

Shag for more than a 10minutes after copious amount of Booze

Pervertly

Finding jazz magazines in my old mans secret drawer. I miss that, but I still look.

Walk into the women’s changing rooms at the pool.

Look under your teachers skirt, from beneath a table

Look up 7 year old girls skirts. [ When I was 7 of course ]

Fancy the Fuck out of 16 & 17 year old birds & not feel a right Paedo for doing so.

Wankly

At the age of around 15/16, I could furiously masturbate whenever I wanted.

When spunking : Used to be able to get reams & strings & splurts of jizz at least 2 feet, & lots of it, porn-style. Now it just pathetically dribbles out.

Watch women’s tennis without instantly wanting a wank. Mind you, that may have something to do with the prevalence during my childhood of players like Navaratalova, Hingis et al. None of which were wank-worthy, unlike many of today’s crop.

Sarah-ly

Crap in my pants

Pee on my bed


Grope my mom’s boobs without feeling weird.

Walk around the house topless

Bathe with my brothers

Having a bath meant sloshing from one end to the other to create a tidal wave that crashed over the end of the bath.

Mum shouts up to ask why water is coming through the toilet floor while you’re

desperately mopping it up with a towel.

Now a bath is just a long soak to ease away the aches & pains – & get away from the wife boyfriend for an hour.

~ by jenstheory on September 23, 2008.

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