LMAO to the dingleberriesOh yeah, more memories from my young days in suburban (but really rural) China.
I can't remember when I got electricity, but there was no electricity in my village when I was born. I didn't get running water until I think around '84 or '85, so we got our water from wells, which were dangerous because they were open and all sorts of slipper algae grew around them. Electricity was cut off to "conserve energy" randomly, much more frequently n the summer, so several times a week during the summer we spent our nights in total darkness except for oil lamps... although the fireflies during those times were fun.
Then, there were my friends who checked out cow dung with their hands. First I laughed but then they yelled at me for being a "spoiled landowner kid" which has to do with the Commies persecuting my family, who weren't even rich. After that, I just watched them play with the cow dung as if it was dough. They said they checking it out to see if it'd make good fuel...
Then there was my friend, who is one of the cow dung kneaders, who wiped with a stick. He did a number 2 behind my house (desolate area) and stuck up his a$$ to ask me if I spot any dingleberries. LOL.
I am not a complainer in general, but my childhood experience in impoverished conditions also helped me to have a high tolerance.
Despite all the unpleasantness, I still miss those days. There's just a certain freedom in the old days in the village that's not possible anymore today (I used to run around unsupervised all day with friends)... cuz the place has been "modernized." Not too safe anymore.