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The Good Old Days..........

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TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took
hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the
worms live in us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS!
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
 
I did a lot of that! <img src="/metal/html/shocked.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":shock"> Can't believe I made it! Thanks God! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
And we fussed when we hadda clean up a little to go to church 3 times a week <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
were even more dangerous....like swimming and diving into the creek by ourselves, playing in the hayloft, riding a bicycle on a dirt and gravel road through mud holes, climbing small saplings and swinging down from them! I would say that God certainly did watch over us. I've never had any broken bones unless it was from stumping toes in my older age!
We went barefooted all summer, too! Some stone bruises but otherwise we survived! We used tin cans in many ways for playing! We invented ways to play and entertain ourselves! <img src="/metal/html/tongue.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":b"> Also, didn't get into trouble by working on the farm and then doing homework during the school days. We got up at 5:00 am to do the milking and etc and then catch the bus at 7:00 am. Therefore, I didn't want to live on a farm after marriage and neither did my ex-husband!
Very hard work farm life is!!!!! <img src="/metal/html/confused.gif" border=0 width=15 height=22 alt=":?">
God Bless!
Betty
 
I look around the neighborhoods and I very rarely see kids outside playing...
I remember growing up in Brooklyn... there were so many of us <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> We played all kinds of games in the street and nobody got hit by a car (although I came close). Roller skating with metal wheels (no safety gear). When I played in little league, I rode my bike to all the games (no carpooling). Baseball cards were meant for flipping (an early form of gambling) and for putting on your bikes with clothes pins.
I knew when it was dinner time when I heard my mom scream my name down the block (and I mean WAY down the block <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> ) I walked to grammer school alone; when I went to junior high, I took the public bus myself. You did not talk back to my mother or father (not more than once anyway OUCH!) Going out for dinner at the local Chinese food place was special, a real big night out. Not something you expected. Trips to Pennsylvania to visit my Grandma were the highlight of the summer. I got shoved in the back of a green 55 chevy station wagon (no seat belts). We didn't stop off for fast food for lunch, we stopped on the side of the road and had a great meal at a picnic area. One summer my father showed my how to change a flat tire and made me do it. (maybe it something to do with the skunk we ran over?)
Want to flip a young kid out? If you buy something and it comes to, say, $1.27, wait til they enter the 2 bucks you gave them into the register and then hand them the 2 cents. Works every time. <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
I had a kid freak out because instead of putting in that I gave her $10 she entered $100 instead. She was calling the manager for an over ring.
One kid cashier had to correct a problem one night. She asked another young boy how much is $1.28 and $3.53. He said he didn't have his calculator. I said, $4.81. They both looked at me in amazement and asked how I did that (no lie)
Ah, it's a different world.
 
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