Yup, with the penknife I asked my parents for as a kid (Swiss Army, in honour of MacGyver :p) I whittled the bark off many a stick, for no better reason than to admire my handiwork. Good times 
I had a stick, and also played a lot of video games.
My twelve year old son has a stick in our front hallway right now, that I am strictly forbidden from touching. He’s always got one on the go.
I had one too.
I lived in the country, so I didn’t have a stick, but would often find one and wave it around wherever I wandered.
In fact, sometimes I still do that.
I’m going camping next weekend. I think I’ll find a good stick while I’m out. Work great for knocking down spider webs in the hiking path. My husband has two or three sticks sitting around the house right now, but he doesn’t do much with them. My grandfather was a woodcarver and carved faces and animals into walking sticks to sell at craft fairs and ren fairs. He liked sticks. Apparently it’s in my blood.
So thats where my stick went! 
Why would living in the country preclude you from having a stick?
I always had a stick. I preferred long, thin, slightly flexible sticks… for some reason, one of my favorite activities was to find a field full of giant dandelions or other weeds, and chop them down with my stick.
I also had swordfighting sticks, club sticks, and javelin sticks. (I also had my mom’s yardsticks for these tasks when she wasn’t looking… boy, breaking a yardstick was a major sin back then…)
I had many sticks. I preferred a stick about as long as my arm and as big around as my thumb for most of my stick purposes. Waving and pointing figured prominently there. The very best sticks were straight and relatively stiff.
No stick lasted more than a day.
One of the really cool things one could do with a stick like that is spear a windfall apple on the end of it then use it as a sort of atlatl to throw the apple with nearly lethal velocity at a playmate.
I think some people aren’t quite getting it. He doesn’t mean did you have one particular stick that lasted your boyhood. He means did you pick up a stick to accompany you when you were out romping around-- typically to be tossed aside before the end of the day.
Nice word use! Just learned about those a few months ago.
Of course. What else can one poke at frogs with?
Improving your stick and keeping it around is more of an adult hobby.
Here’s my adult version, made of stuff I found while out walking (deer antler, stick, malachite):
Brandishing. I don’t know how I could have forgotten to mention brandishing as one of the chief uses for a stick.
Great, I’m used to being out of my depths in GQ threads, but missing the point in a thread about sticks! :smack:
Go to your room. And think about what you’ve done.
Holy good glurgledroolqwkojdtdtr . . . I’m at a loss for words for how awesome that is. Great job!
I had a Log.
It’s big. It’s Heavy. It’s wood.
Better than bad! It’s Good!
I never did the stick thing, but the younger boy my mom babysat always had one in hand.
I had many sticks, but only one Stick. I found a gnarled knot of a very thick grape-vine on a campout when I was 14, and I still have it. It’s in my car right now. It’s kiln dried, and hard as stone.
That is cool.
But I have to ask, do you actually use it? Those horns look pretty uncomfortable.
Unless…