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mom happily telling me about to tell stories about me her she's going to as a child: be a grandma:
mom happily telling me about to tell stories about me her she's going to as a child: be a grandma:
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Wholesome Lift Stories
I want to hear yours.
I'll start.
>be 1 year ago
>Pandemic hits
>Gym's closed
51 KB JPG >Start doing lots of BW exercises
>Realize there's a park with a small workout section close by my house
>bars for dips, pullups, etc.
>Start going there for my workouts
>See other people sometimes
>Have Idea
>Start picking up and transporting those 30-50lbs (14-23kg) rubber plates they use for road signs
>Buy a steel pipe to act as a barbell
>Buy rear, buckets, concrete mix and even a sledgehammer to slam on those rubber plates
>BobTheBodybuilder.jpg
>Transport most of the stuff to the park
>Over time, more and more people start using the park
>Never tell anyone about this
>be this week
>Chat with some stranger working out
>Says he wishes he could thank whoever brought all of that stuff
>Tell him
>His face lights up and he says "No way"
>Asks if he can help
>Tell him I still have two 5 gallon concrete buckets at home, but have no car, can't carry those for by hand
>Offers to help
>We bring em back to the park
>Tells his friends about "This is the guy who brought all of this"
>tfw I made lifting friends
>tfw I supported part of my community for months
>tfw some people have started bringing stuff like jumpropes and kettlebells
Anonymous No Wholesome Lift Stories I want to hear yours. I'll start. >be 1 year ago >Pandemic hits >Gym's closed 51 KB JPG >Start doing lots of BW exercises >Realize there's a park with a small workout section close by my house >bars for dips, pullups, etc. >Start going there for my workouts >See other people sometimes >Have Idea >Start picking up and transporting those 30-50lbs (14-23kg) rubber plates they use for road signs >Buy a steel pipe to act as a barbell >Buy rear, buckets, concrete mix and even a sledgehammer to slam on those rubber plates >BobTheBodybuilder.jpg >Transport most of the stuff to the park >Over time, more and more people start using the park >Never tell anyone about this >be this week >Chat with some stranger working out >Says he wishes he could thank whoever brought all of that stuff >Tell him >His face lights up and he says "No way" >Asks if he can help >Tell him I still have two 5 gallon concrete buckets at home, but have no car, can't carry those for by hand >Offers to help >We bring em back to the park >Tells his friends about "This is the guy who brought all of this" >tfw I made lifting friends >tfw I supported part of my community for months >tfw some people have started bringing stuff like jumpropes and kettlebells
"When someone asks me, what is your best memory
*My mom telling me stories of her childhood
*Me trying to imagine how cool her childhood was
"When someone asks me, what is your best memory *My mom telling me stories of her childhood *Me trying to imagine how cool her childhood was
Me watching my own snap stories and reading my own tweets
Me watching my own snap stories and reading my own tweets
I'm leery when stories tell kids growing up I means they no longer have what it takes
to save the world-
where becoming an adult means losing your superpowers, or missing your window to get them.
Maybe it's me, but when a story's closing message is "magic dies at the borders of puberty,"
it seems less like the creators
are imparting cold truths about life,
so much as making aging into a boogeyman shaming kids for loss of daring to get older by tyin it to a loss of
or whatever you think'11 make them cherish carefree youth.
But stories that land there aren't being honest to how difficult childhood already is.
ask children to face dilemmas adults might just as well struggle with-
Powerfully disappointing ones dismiss those as no same more struggles last-minute as no more than training wheels.
You've had AN None of that counts.
your fun, warriors, i But now it's time All of these things but playtime cant to learn about actual were metaphor
_last forever. iresponsibili for the true challenges you will someday face.
we'd failed everyone we know
\y would have
Yes yes, things all been killed.
for you.
SEEm so real when we're through going _IS
through them.
oN orn
It was real. I saw towns burn.
I saw a pyre of sentient flame I I consume the palace of the snail-creatures as their prince lay dying in my arms.
get out.
Loss is real real no no matter how old you are
when it hits. It isn't the universe punishing you for growing up.
I had to leave my mily behind for
They don't even know where I am.
That' if I ever write a story about kids who get superpowers, not will they keep
their abilities as they
enter adulthood,
I'm going to hem all
walrus
too.
Because the road to it doesn't have to be a sordid lament over losing the parts of yourself you like.
Sometimes it can be
about the stuff you're gaining instead.
Maybe it's a deeper understanding of what your powers can do, and what it means to wield them responsibly.
Maybe it's a walrus.
I don't know your path.
These are guesses based on my own experiences.
@samisnotadoctor
I'm leery when stories tell kids growing up I means they no longer have what it takes to save the world- where becoming an adult means losing your superpowers, or missing your window to get them. Maybe it's me, but when a story's closing message is "magic dies at the borders of puberty," it seems less like the creators are imparting cold truths about life, so much as making aging into a boogeyman shaming kids for loss of daring to get older by tyin it to a loss of or whatever you think'11 make them cherish carefree youth. But stories that land there aren't being honest to how difficult childhood already is. ask children to face dilemmas adults might just as well struggle with- Powerfully disappointing ones dismiss those as no same more struggles last-minute as no more than training wheels. You've had AN None of that counts. your fun, warriors, i But now it's time All of these things but playtime cant to learn about actual were metaphor _last forever. iresponsibili for the true challenges you will someday face. we'd failed everyone we know \y would have Yes yes, things all been killed. for you. SEEm so real when we're through going _IS through them. oN orn It was real. I saw towns burn. I saw a pyre of sentient flame I I consume the palace of the snail-creatures as their prince lay dying in my arms. get out. Loss is real real no no matter how old you are when it hits. It isn't the universe punishing you for growing up. I had to leave my mily behind for They don't even know where I am. That' if I ever write a story about kids who get superpowers, not will they keep their abilities as they enter adulthood, I'm going to hem all walrus too. Because the road to it doesn't have to be a sordid lament over losing the parts of yourself you like. Sometimes it can be about the stuff you're gaining instead. Maybe it's a deeper understanding of what your powers can do, and what it means to wield them responsibly. Maybe it's a walrus. I don't know your path. These are guesses based on my own experiences. @samisnotadoctor
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Redditors with thin walls, what have you heard in your apartment?
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My parents told me stories about the apartment they lived in when i was a baby. The lady above us was a Classically trained pianist and her music room was above my room. Apparently when i would start crying in my crib she would start playing and i would go right to sleep. After my parents divorced my dad stayed in the same apartment. A few years later when i went to visit him (i was about 10 or 11) i got to finally meet her for the first time. The woman who used to play me to sleep as a baby taught me how to play the piano ten years later.
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all 55GE AM Eskildl Redditors with thin walls, what have you heard in your apartment? Discussion 23.3k BEST COMMENTS oldmuttsysadmin Sh partridge69 Craven Hollsing @ My parents told me stories about the apartment they lived in when i was a baby. The lady above us was a Classically trained pianist and her music room was above my room. Apparently when i would start crying in my crib she would start playing and i would go right to sleep. After my parents divorced my dad stayed in the same apartment. A few years later when i went to visit him (i was about 10 or 11) i got to finally meet her for the first time. The woman who used to play me to sleep as a baby taught me how to play the piano ten years later. Add a comment
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Was on my way to being a Gen college grad, then my parents graduated 5 months before me. Proud son
@devonte601 Was on my way to being a Gen college grad, then my parents graduated 5 months before me. Proud son