Gen X. Grew up on an acreage and went to highschool in a small town a few kilometres away.
There was always some kind of party on the weekend. Either at someone’s house, or a bush party/pit party. This was the early nineties. So no phones/cameras.
Basically a bush party, but we had an old abandoned gravel pit just or of town that you could park your cars along the rim with headlights shining down to where we would light a bug bonfire.
Gen X. Grew up on an acreage and went to highschool in a small town a few kilometres away.
There was always some kind of party on the weekend. Either at someone’s house, or a bush party/pit party. This was the early nineties. So no phones/cameras.
I’m amazed we survived.
What’s a pit party?
Basically a bush party, but we had an old abandoned gravel pit just or of town that you could park your cars along the rim with headlights shining down to where we would light a bug bonfire.