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    22 May 2008

    Does This Strike A Chord?

    I received this in a newsletter from Ken Tate. You can subscribe here: Good Old Days.

    Anyway I had to chuckle because I've heard people say so many of these things. Mostly, my parents but there are a few of these sentiments that I remember personally, too. How many strike a chord for you????

    "The author is unknown, but kudos to whomever penned the following words of wisdom:


    People over 40 should be dead according to today's regulators and bureaucrats; those of us who were kids in the 1940s, 1950s or 1960s probably shouldn't have survived.

    Our baby cribs were covered with bright-colored lead-based paint. 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 rode 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.

    We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors! We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle -- and no one died from it.

    We spent hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode 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 left home in the morning and played all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable!

    We did not have PlayStations, Nintendo 64, Xboxes -- no video games at all. There were no 99 channels on cable, videotaped movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them.

    We played dodgeball, and sometimes the ball really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents, and no one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?

    We had fights, punched each other, and got black and blue, and learned to get over it.

    We made up games with sticks and balls, and ate worms. Although we were told it would happen, we didn't put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.

    We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home 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.

    Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.

    The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!

    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're one of them! Congratulations!

    Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives for our own good. Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, huh?"

    Until Next time...Happy Needling!!!



    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Ain't that the truth! how many times have I said the same thing! We were outside from dawn to dusk, climbing trees, playing in the local pond, swimming in the summer and ice skating in the winter! We fell through the ice a few times, cutting shortcut to school and home again! paints, water, etc! now everything is "dangerous"! Thanks for the wonderful memoried of my youth! I only wish the kids of today could enjoy them as well!

    May 22, 2008 at 11:27 AM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Hubby and I talk about this often.In fact I read an Australian newspaper online and this is beginning to a big debate there. That children today are so protected that they will not be able to deal with the real world without Mommy there to fix everything. I used to get questioned all the time when my 3 boys were little as to why their legs were covered with bruises. My reply was" Duh, 3 brothers playing, what did you think?"
    I have even had child services at my house a couple times because other mothers reported my children were bruised and I yelled at them when their room was messy. The policeman who responded on that one went in and saw their room and told them to go clean it or he would come back for them.
    So they learned to clean the room and I learned to yell more quietly

    My boys are now very responsible men who know they need to take care of themselves and not rely on someones else to do for them


    May 23, 2008 at 9:35 AM  
    Blogger Gerry said...

    Hey, you two.....why the "Anonymous" comments? Is there a problem here?????

    Anyway, thanks for stopping by and dropping your 2 cents worth! Hugs.

    May 23, 2008 at 10:10 AM  

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