Serious If you had a choice to permanently go back in time...

[Gevurah]

Gevurah, i am sooo sorry to hear that happened to you. it sucks that youngsters have to go through that.

Key Meanings of Gevurah :

Strength and Might:
The literal meaning of the word, reflecting the ability to overcome challenges and endure hardship.

Judgment and Discipline:
The concept of restricting or holding back, which allows for justice, discernment, and self-control.

Restraint and Limitation:
The force that defines boundaries and limits, essential for the stability and structure of existence.

Courage:
The willingness to take risks, act with integrity, and stand up for what is right.

Cheers, appreciate that, really do. Yeah, it’s crap when stuff like that happens, but some people’ve had it way worse, y’know? Being inside makes you see it proper, could’ve had no mum at all, or spent the rest of my life stuck in there, or most of it.

Yeah, Gevurah… that name’s from this proper Jewish lad I met inside. Done 25 years, went all religious, into Kabbalah and the Tree of Life and all that mystical stuff. He gave me that name, Gevurah, but it was just him, nobody else called me that.

 

[Brownpickles]

60s. 1860s to make sure all these nigs get put on a boat immediately and sent back to there shithole. Fix so many problems from happening today's time

 

[1fktmind]

80s, no contest - no BLM, no muslim immigrants, no tranny culture, no faggot rights, no safe spaces, no DEI, no woke shit and fantastic music.

EXACTLY!

 

[chewbok]

I lived them all. Probably the 70’s for me if I had to stay. If I could come back then I want to go as far back as possible and buy real estate in places like Aspen, Teluride, Destin…and gold. Lots and lots of gold.

 

[jack Kevin]

I would probably go back and kill myself as a child to create some sort of paradox. How do I go back in time and do the killing if that ends my ability to grow up and go back?

 

[DRAGONOVDEATH]

I’d go back to 1992, when I was 11, and stop me mum from gettin’ in the car goin’ to work. I’d have faked bein’ sick, or hurt meself, anythin’ to keep her from goin’ or at least delay her a bit. She wouldn’t have died in that crash if I could’ve.

Main reason? I miss me mum, of course. And that would’ve stopped me endin’ up in foster homes, bein’ tossed around, which led me to run away as a teen, gettin’ mixed up with the wrong crowd, joinin’ a mob (you Americans call ’em gangs) dealin’ drugs, violent crimes… all that eventually landed me in a penitentiary for 9 years of me life, ‘cause I nearly killed a bloke over a drug debt.

Me old man had bailed when I was still in me mum’s belly, and she was all I had, my rock.

When she died, and the abuse from the foster homes hit, I went proper off the rails.

So yeah… 1992. Last day of June, to be exact.

Really sorry to hear all that you have been through ,and my condolences to your mom may her soul rest in peace ,moms are truly a gift to every child . We Love you and you are part of the GG family now , but ofcourse it still can't compare to your mom obviously but we have got your back you degenerate fucker. Love you Bro as Bro no gay shit .

 

[Gevurah]

Really sorry to hear all that you have been through ,and my condolences to your mom may her soul rest in peace ,moms are truly a gift to every child . We Love you and you are part of the GG family now , but ofcourse it still can't compare to your mom obviously but we have got your back you degenerate fucker. Love you Bro as Bro no gay shit .

Sound that... thanks loads for the kind words, I proper appreciate it, lad. Means the world, it does.

And that ‘Bro as bro, no gay shit’ had me in stitches, proper cryin’ laughin’.

Nice one, mate.

 

[Richard 1986]

 

[Donkeyd]

70s playground roundabouts and the limb snapping witch's hat

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I remember having my Sunday roast one day and met my mates in the local park. We were messing about on the roundabout when a group of older boys turned up and offered to give us a spin. 6 of us hanging on for dear life thinking it was going to take off but then the older lads were just warming up & then really started to spin it. Never been so sick in all my juvenile life, every kid on the roundabout puked their Sunday roasts all over and then got flung off onto hard packed grass & soil in 6 differet directions...cracked heads, bruises, a broken collar bone and a broken ankle but we were all pissing ourselves laughing too much to care.

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