Aye, we had to mine our own blanket forts out of the coal face, in our free time, overnight, after doing a twelve hour shift down the pit, after a full day at school.
You guys must be from the softer side of the world. When I was growing up, we fashioned sleeping sacks from the corpses of dead animals, and kept warm by hugging uranium rocks.
Warm? How nice it must have been to grow up warm. We only dreamt of warm. The best we could hope for was the residual heat from the formation of the universe seeping into the cold, dank puddle in which we slept.
Aye, we had to mine our own blanket forts out of the coal face, in our free time, overnight, after doing a twelve hour shift down the pit, after a full day at school.
At least you grew up with blankets and forts. We had to use grass and bushes to sleep. And we didn’t have a floor, we had the ground.
You guys must be from the softer side of the world. When I was growing up, we fashioned sleeping sacks from the corpses of dead animals, and kept warm by hugging uranium rocks.
Warm? How nice it must have been to grow up warm. We only dreamt of warm. The best we could hope for was the residual heat from the formation of the universe seeping into the cold, dank puddle in which we slept.