Okay, now that I’ve read the article, I’m fully willing to tell about MY summer of ’92. I’m pretty certain I spent most of it playing SNES games and betting with my dad on the World Series… If I won, I would’ve gotten a Megazord(the original one). If I lost, my allowance got cut in half. I won

I also remember heading up north to visit some relatives or other… I think it was my half-brother and his kids. I DO remember that it was the last time I saw them… ah well.

Chestnuts roasted by DocDragon @ 07/25/2007 1:52 AM

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I also echo everyone elses sentiments about their favorite articles being the ones that peer into your life. Whether it’s about vacations, Wildwood,or something like this article.

I also agree with Kid Nicky that you should REALLY publish a book.

Chestnuts roasted by JLAJRC @ 07/25/2007 1:57 AM

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I told Matt to publish a book awhile ago, and not only that, I offered to compile and edit it for him, and pointed him to websites that publish for free. He told me an X-E book is one of his plans for the future, but also of the distant future. In short, we may get it yet, but not tomorrow.

Okay, now that I’ve read the article, I’m fully willing to tell about MY summer of ’92. I’m pretty certain I spent most of it playing SNES games and betting with my dad on the World Series… If I won, I would’ve gotten a Megazord(the original one). If I lost, my allowance got cut in half. I won.

DocDragon: you really couldn’t get a Megazord in 1992. Not even in the summer of 1993, unless you count late August, as they rushed the MMPR toys out before the show began.

During my summer of ’92, I remember doing a lot of camping, and there’s probably more too, which is why I need my own 1992 crudely-drawn art mural.

Chestnuts roasted by Mars @ 07/25/2007 2:11 AM

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Reminds me of a big notebook full of drawings I have in my sock drawer. Probably since 92. I was five, and the best thing in there is a sword I drew after playing The Legend of Zelda for too much. Funny thing is, I kept updating it for years and years to come. There’s all sorts of crap drawn in there, like Sonic with a red circle where his feet should be.

That was probably also when I first learned how to swim. The neighborhood pool’s “parking lot” was made out of razor sharp rocks. I never wore water socks because they’re uncomfortable (my feet are really wide) and I thought they looked goofy and it wasn’t until about a year ago that I started to wear sandals because of how bad they made my feet smell. Good times.

Chestnuts roasted by Ben @ 07/25/2007 2:24 AM

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Oh, and in case no one noticed it previously, we just saw the legendary genesis of the Tah-Mahat here.

Chestnuts roasted by Magic Toy @ 07/25/2007 3:03 AM

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I had a dream about the Taj-mahat the other night.

Chestnuts roasted by Rainbowfeet @ 07/25/2007 3:42 AM

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I hate to post too many messages in one comment section, but I had to post this for those of you who may not have seen it yet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TYzRanykbQ

Imagine the the G1 Transformer Soundwave trying to deal with a regular life after the success he would have had during the 1980s, the brief flirtation of what could be with the news that a new TF film was being made, and the inevitable disappointment he must have felt when the producer’s decided to cast different… err… robots.

I was laughing out loud at this video. I hope some of you will get a kick out of it.

Chestnuts roasted by Magic Toy @ 07/25/2007 3:54 AM

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Let’s see. In ’92 I was 10. I remember going to a fleamarket with the Colonel, one that we went to for several years running. That’s it for now.

Chestnuts roasted by Knegative @ 07/25/2007 6:03 AM

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Matt, I totally dig what you’re saying about Jaws in the pool. I had the same phobia. Jesus, I wouldn’t take a shit without an escort in 1980, because I thought he pull some Jaws II action and bite my ass off. That, and the episode of Manimal (or was it a commercial), where he turns into a shark in a pool f’d me up. Look, I’m a unitard!

Chestnuts roasted by Richard @ 07/25/2007 7:44 AM

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RAVAGE!!!! Get off the couch!!!!!

Chestnuts roasted by Kid Nicky @ 07/25/2007 8:32 AM

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Let’s see…1992. That was about four years before my cousin and I made the transition from children to farm equipment. That was a pretty good summer. Since I grew up on a farm, there was an awesome junkyard of rusting farm equipment just out back of my house, and we were getting old enough to vanish out there all day without anyone getting worried about us. I believe this was the era after our first clubhouse (fashioned of fifty gallon barrels, cinder blocks, and sheet metal) was blown to pieces over the winter, but before we made our third clubhouse inside a junked combine harvester. The combine fortress was named Salamandastron, and since that book came out in hardcover in 1992, we probably didn’t get our hands on it until the following school year.

So we were probably based in one of the old pig shelters, which was basically a twenty-foot steel fertilizer tank cut in half and laid on its side. Not a bad clubhouse when you’re less than four feet tall, but it did retain a rather distressing odor.

Chestnuts roasted by Jedoc @ 07/25/2007 10:02 AM

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Summer of 92, I was going on 10. It was the summer my family and I took a month long vacation doing a million random things like camping in Missouri, visiting family I’ve never met in northern Indiana, spending time in Chicago, and even more camping.

I also experienced the wonder that is a VHS camcorder. My brothers and our friends would set it up on the tripod, turn off the lights in the room, and using only the light from the camera, we would all play COPS. We thought the dark enviroment that surrounded us, lit up only by a small patch of camera spot light, made it look like headlights of a cop car. After all the perps where cuffed (using tube socks, NES controller cords, belts, etc…) the cops would all stand in a circle and talk about the arrest just like they did on the TV show. We thought we were something.

Fireworks were legal in my city, and my with dad becoming an overgrown kid around the 4th, we always had hundreds of dollars of fireworks, it was heaven for a young boy.

Summers were all just about to same for me back then. 3 months of bike riding with friends, neighborhood baseball games, hunting for turtles, snakes, horny toads, and fighting wild bugs. My friends and I would eat have 30 minutes or an hour or something to go collect a bug we thought would dominate anything the other could’ve put up against it. I always picked these giant yellow and black caterpillars because on my block, they could only be found in one of the trees in my back yard. Though they looked extremely intimidating, nothing EVER happened. We would try to fight all sorts of bugs and they would never go at it, even after we closed the lid on the fighting ring (shoebox) and shook it side to side.

Chestnuts roasted by fistpittingnork @ 07/25/2007 10:51 AM

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In ’92 I was only eleven so my summer was spent obsessing over soccer. For those of you that don’t know, soccer is my favorite sport, and although my days of playing competitively are long over, I still ref from time to time for extra cash.

Now that I think about it, I think ’92 was the year my best friend called me every morning at like 7am to come over to play basketball. It was really hot, even for NY’s steamy summers, so it was like already 80 when we woke up. We’d play all day. Since I’m (relatively) tall and athletic, I’d school all the neighborhood kids.

RewolfJ: In every boy’s life, there’s a summer of ’92.

Truer words were never spoken.

Chestnuts roasted by Jeff Mack @ 07/25/2007 11:46 AM

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