December 17, 2002

From my mail

A little rosy, but true enough:

I Can't Believe You Made It! If you lived as a child in the 40's, 50's, 60's or 70's.

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 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 hitchhiking to town as a young kid!)

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors.

We would spend 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 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.

No cell phones. Unthinkable. We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt. We got cut and broke bones and broke teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame, but us. Remember accidents?

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

We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda but we were never overweight...we were always outside playing. We shared one grape soda with four friends, from one bottle and no one died from this.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, video games at all, 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, Personal Computers, Internet chat rooms ... we had friends. We went outside and found them. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rung the bell or just walked in and talked to them.

Imagine such a thing. Without asking a parent! By ourselves! Out there in the cold cruel world! Without a guardian. How did we do it?

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 inside us forever.

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.....Horrors. Tests were not adjusted for any reason.

Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. No one to hide behind. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law, imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years has 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!

Posted by Rich at December 17, 2002 3:46 PM
Comments

Can anyone tell me the origin of the piece placed by Rich that begins "I Can't Believe You Made It!" If you lived as a child in the 40's, 50's, 60's or 70's? Thanks.

Posted by: Stephen Brown on December 19, 2002 12:37 PM

All I can tell you is it was sent to me by my sister, but if I hear anything about it, I'll post it.

You know, that might make for an interesting site, tracking all these pieces floating around the internet an e-mail groups ddown to their origins. Sort of like snopes, but not limited to urban legends. I'd do it myself, but life is already kinda full right now....

Posted by: rich on December 19, 2002 3:25 PM

When I was a kid there was nothing I liked better than some corn flakes sprinkled with lead paint chips followed by a fist full of orange flavored baby aspirin before I sneaked a couple of Mom's smokes and went outside to wreck my wagon or our latest go-cart contraption. I'd come home after dark and my Mom and Dad would yell at me for missing supper but not worry too much about where I was but note that I'd was all banged up from the go-cart crashes and tell me "those things are reckless", to which I'd reply "Wreck-less? Nuh-huh."

Posted by: SK Bubba on December 19, 2002 4:35 PM

I loved reading this because it is so true..Back then all of us shred food, drink and later beer. No one ever said..You just double dipped...double dipped... thats what you are supposed to do with chips and dip.. A date said this me..especially amazing since supposedly you might exchange spit..but that is OK?? My mom dropped me off at the horse barn at 10 in the morning and never thought twice of me till I was home for dinner. I know I covered miles in Lynchburg, Virginia riding and managed not to be shot by hunters, never let fences keep me in, jumped them without the helmet I would have to wear today. I loved reading books and went to the library every week, I was only allowed an hour of tv and no spending hours on the phone. I liked it, I don't think I would like being a child today. Remember field parties as a teenager.

Posted by: Prudence on December 19, 2002 7:34 PM

I loved reading this because it is so true..Back then all of us shred food, drink and later beer. No one ever said..You just double dipped...double dipped... thats what you are supposed to do with chips and dip.. A date said this me..especially amazing since supposedly you might exchange spit..but that is OK?? My mom dropped me off at the horse barn at 10 in the morning and never thought twice of me till I was home for dinner. I know I covered miles in Lynchburg, Virginia riding and managed not to be shot by hunters, never let fences keep me in, jumped them without the helmet I would have to wear today. I loved reading books and went to the library every week, I was only allowed an hour of tv and no spending hours on the phone. I liked it, I don't think I would like being a child today. Remember field parties as a teenager.

Posted by: Prudence on December 19, 2002 7:34 PM

Is Ric Edelman worth reading.. Time for summer reading again..

Posted by: Lynchburg Agent on May 14, 2004 5:43 PM
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