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Posted: 11/5/2002 2:20:10 PM EDT
This is a copy of an email I just got... Sorry for the long read, but it really makes you realize how much things have changed over the years... For those of us who are old enough to appreciate the following will really enjoy this. Subject: HOW DID WE SURVIVE?? Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have. As children we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. Our baby cribs were painted with bright colored lead based paint. We often chewed on the crib, ingesting the paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. 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. We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would really hurt. We played with toy guns, cowboys and Indians, army, cops and robbers, and used our fingers to simulate guns when the toy ones or the BB gun was not available. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda, but we were never over weight; we were always outside playing. Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't, had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others or didn't work hard so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. That generation produced some of the greatest risk-takers and problem solvers. We had the freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. 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 the pledge (amazing we aren't all brain dead from that), and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention for about the next two weeks. We must have had horribly damaged psyches. 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 butt-whooped. 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 butt-whooped (physical abuse) there too... and then we got butt-whooped 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 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 lawnmower 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 pick 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 know that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we survive?
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 2:34:07 PM EDT
This is the kind of "crap" that will get you booted off DU.com[:D]
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 2:39:34 PM EDT
wish i could have enjoyed that world.
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 2:49:24 PM EDT
I was born way too late.... [V]
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 2:53:43 PM EDT
No wonder some of us are so misunderstood now. My 16 year old daughter looks at me like I'm crazy when I tell her some of the things Ma and Pa made me do/did to me when I was younger. I landed here in the ass end of 59' and know exactly what you speak of. When and where did we go wrong? I just wish I could remember more of those good ole' days right now. Thanks for that! MM419
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 2:54:45 PM EDT
Thanks for bringing back alot of memories Art. Man ,those were the days !
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 5:06:10 PM EDT
Originally Posted By Dragracer_Art: ...remember why Tonka trucks were made tough... it wasn't so that they could take the rough berber in the family room...How did we survive?
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I remember a rather steep hillside on the site of an old winery (destroyed in th '06 quake)in Fremont CA. Those Tonka dump trucks could hold up to alot of abuse. Did they really intend for the dump bed to be large enough to hold a small boy's backside, while careening down a hillside? IIRC, I did manage to bend the frame of my bike in that same area.
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 6:07:36 PM EDT
hell im only 20 and i remember the old metal tonka trucks. those were heavy and almost impossible to break belive me i tried.
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 6:37:21 PM EDT
OMG! I loved those! I hate plastic Tonka! They don't make your shins bleed like the metal ones. I also loved those Lincoln Logs and Little people. Oh, and GI JOE! GO JOE!! Don't forget TRANSFORMERS.
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 6:50:53 PM EDT
Originally Posted By azcopwannabee: OMG! I loved those! I hate plastic Tonka! They don't make your shins bleed like the metal ones. I also loved those Lincoln Logs and Little people. Oh, and GI JOE! GO JOE!! Don't forget TRANSFORMERS.
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Transformers? [b]TRANSFORMERS?[/b] Youngins' these days...
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 6:53:38 PM EDT
heh, yeah. i wonder how we managed not to kill ourselves off when machine guns could be manufactured, too. just think, you could go down to the store, buy a new machinegun fairly inexpensively, then go mow down the local school. crazy. good thing we have all those laws restricting magazine capacity, machine gun manufacture, waiting periods, licenses, and all that. its amazing we lived through the 19th and first half of the 20th century.
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 7:09:42 PM EDT
taken from paratrooper.net: [img]http://paratrooper.net/aotw/pvtmurphy/storage/PM120.jpg[/img] i think it illustrates the point quite well
Link Posted: 11/5/2002 7:29:56 PM EDT
Originally Posted By DPeacher:
Originally Posted By azcopwannabee: OMG! I loved those! I hate plastic Tonka! They don't make your shins bleed like the metal ones. I also loved those Lincoln Logs and Little people. Oh, and GI JOE! GO JOE!! Don't forget TRANSFORMERS.
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Transformers? [b]TRANSFORMERS?[/b] Youngins' these days...
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Do any of you remember Stompers??? Remember those little battery powered 4x4 trucks that went through batteries like nobodies business. I miss those days [>(]
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