The "old" days
Sorry for the long post- this came to my inbox this morning, and it made so much sense, I had to pass it along.
Hell, I'm only 27, and I remember most of this crap!
How Did We Ever Survive Our Childhood?
My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting
board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food
poisoning.
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw
sometimes too, but I can't remember getting E-coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a
pristine pool (talk about boring).
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a
pager was the school PA system.
We all took gym, not PE ... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes
with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any
injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we
are now. Flunking gym was not an option ... even for stupid kids! I guess
PE must be much harder than gym.
Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls
with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school
system?
Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem and
staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.
We must have had horribly damaged psyches. I can't understand it. Schools
didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known
what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and
cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles.
What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, PlayStation,
Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital cable stations.
I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial
of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant 20, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot?
He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.
Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that
bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction
sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of Mercurochrome and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked (physical abuse) there too ... and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.
Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked down
the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks
(Remember why Tonka trucks were made tough...it wasn't so that they could take on the rough Berber in the family room), and Dad drove a car with leaded gas.
Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that
I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us
in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent.
Summers were spent behind the push lawn mower and I didn't even know that
mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic
blade-stop or an auto-drive.
How sick were my parents? Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the
front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could
have owned our house. Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being
such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were
from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?
I suppose there are a couple of other things I've noticed as well- the rapid climb in the number of kids on Ritalin or some other drug to curb "ADD" (which I believe is just a fancy term for a hyper normal kid), tanbark and swings being replaced by padded mats and "safe" playgounds....
Makes me scared to have kids, even though I'd like more mini-me's out there someday....
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Last edited by teriaki; 02-09-2004 at 01:17 PM..
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