I was pretty moved by
(e:byllic,5). I reminded of all the crazy animal cruelty kind of things I saw in my life. It seems that animal cruelty and railroad track's/urban rural strecthes go hand in hand. I remember seeing numerous dead and butchered animlals behind the grain mills on Military Rd near the end of Tremont Avenue in Kenmore.
Back then it was always blammed on the Satan worshippers. Does anyone else in Kenmore remeber the wave of "Satan worshippers" from the 80s. What was up with that? I wish I was old enought to know if they thought they were real or if it was the adults perspective n the goth kids. I remember my best Friend James' babysitter got murdered back there too.
Yet I remember spending lots of time there because it was a combination of remote from the eyes of our parents and dangerous. It also had the entrance to the sewers which which played by and inside of plenty. As far as I was concerned it was as close to being in Goonies as I was gonna get.
As an industrial wasteland, I am sure it killed many more people than the satan worshippers ever did
(e:paul,397)
The most graphic memory I have was going fishing with my Dad at Buckhorn State Park. I actually spent a lot of time there because the metro bus would take us to grand island, or because we would walk over the nasty bridge from kenmore. It was pretty far. I think Grand Island was one of the only places I ever hitchhiked in Buffalo. I remember it seemed so rural to me as a kid.
Anyways, I kept seeing fur in the water floating down the river and eventually followed the floating chunks to their source. A black garbage bag full of a large chopped up dog. Who chops up a dog and sticks it in a garbage bag at a state park? That image haunted me for a long time.
(MAP TO: BUCKHORN)
As a kid, I too was repsonsibile for a bit of the cruelty. I distinctly remmebr dresing up like "indians" and making bows and arrows out of sapling branches and heavy duty rubber bands. Then me and my friends would shoot the freakin' squirrels. I remember hitting the first one and feeling like it was really wrong.
I think it was because back then all the adults I knew hated the squirrels and talked about shooting them. Eiother way it was wrong and I feel guilty now.
Yeah ... Satan worshippers ... I remember them. There were railroad tracks behind my mom's house, and people were always talking about the Satan worshippers who hung out up there and did unspeakable things.
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I always heard stories about somebody who knew somebody who knew somebody who found their hideout on the railroad tracks and it was full of cats killed in bizarre ways. It never made much of an impression on me, because you could barely tell that anybody was ever up there, much less cat-torturing Satan worshippers.
Also: Goonies was the best; my favorite was Data [natch].
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- Z
I can definately relate to the "Goonies" analogy. I spent most of my childhood running around trains and grain elevators looking for "One Eyed Willies Treasure" wow thats sounds so dirty as an adult:} . I am glad that people share my experiences with animals and learned similar lessons. I had a few people look at me like I was really odd when I told them the turtle story. I think I feel a little sorry for those people because no one goes through life without somehow harming another creature. The people who don't get my point are probably the people who have never felt bad about it.