Skip to comments.People over 35 should be dead.
Posted on 06/08/2004 2:03:27 PM PDT by al baby
People over 35 should be dead.
Here's why ...
According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's 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 would ride in cars with no seatbelts 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 actually died from this.
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 street lights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
NO CELL PHONES!!!!!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
We had friends!
We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would 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.
No one was to blame but us.
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over 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.
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 a law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law.
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and 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!
Please 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 !!!!!
People under 30 are WIMPS !
We were actually playing playing RUGBY and didn't know it!
Bottle rocket fights!
OMGosh, you should have heard the comments in the lunch room and in the letter to editor's section. "The picture humiliated the bear." "It was insensitive like the prison events" "It was SOOOOO dangerous" "The Game & Wildlike Department does NOT condone these actions."
It's a wonder we ever settled this country. Those scared rabbits never would have left their parents' homes! It was sad, pathetic, and ugly - all rolled into one.
"Obviously, you didn't live next to the White House in the '90s"
I said "nice" old man.. not letch! hehe
"Our favorite stop on Halloween was the house that had home made doughnuts and candy"
Oh don't get me started on everything that's gone wrong with Halloween since I was a kid! I especially hate the teenagers and/or moms who expect candy and don't bother to dress up!
A lot has changed.
Thank you. I remember those days. I also remember no child was drugged.
Is this the tread you were looking for?
Reading this i'm dead 10 times over and still taking chances if it saves time, screw OSHA!
Couldn't stay away could you! he,he
Misses you 2 on the cruise, how about making it next year?
Spent most of my childhood on a farm, so some of these games I've read about here are foreign to me. I went barefoot all summer, even when riding the pony. She'd roll over to scratch her back in the sand, with me on her (or under her.) I had a perfect horse shoe imprint on my chest for a few months after she kicked me once. I think that was the good luck charm that protected me from some of my other escapades.
My brother & I were playing with matches in the cornfield, and ran out of matches. I ran barefoot between the rows to get back to the house and steal more matches. I tried to jump over a row of dried bent corn stalks, but my foot landed squarely on one, and it broke off deep inside my foot. The emergency room doctor was impressed.
We were jumping over the half-wall in the barn, and when my turn came, I made it over the wall, and sliced my leg from knee to hip on the corner of the rusty metal horse trough. My sister taped it shut with first aid tape. No bandage. Just tape.
I caught a squirrel with my bare hands, and he bit me. I don't remember the series of shots, but I'm told I shouldn't try to remember.
We had a toy called "clackers." It was a string with a metal ring (like a key ring) and two clay balls (clackers). You held the ring, swinging it up and down, to get the clackers to swing up and slam against eachother, then down and slam, up slam, down slam.... Sooner or later they would break and go flying at a high rate of speed into a window, an eye, or whatever was in the way; usually somebody's head. It would leave a real nice goose egg.
I still have fond memories of sleds, snow mobiles, toboggans, and Fools' Hill.
I think I lived to the ripe old age of about 6.
Clackers were not my favorite toy
Thanks for you take and sharing you stuff
Yeah, I learned that one. Then I stood up in my stroller.
We are SO dead.
Scouts Out! Cavalry Ho!
Yeah ... remember freedom? It was nice while it lasted.
I shook baby powder on the linoleum floor and slid in my socks.
"Those bugs never lived thru the morning though...and they'd leave a glow trail if you smeared them across the sidewalk."
I was a scrawney assed kid. Used to be able to sit on one of the metal Tonka trucks and ride it down the hill in the backyard. I thought the truck was exceptionally cool with lightning bug illumination on the headlights.
I've been dead 15 years!
Oh I love this!
I'd get off the school bus in the winter, grab onto the rear bumper and go skiing.
I'd also hang onto my friend's car bumpers who would do donuts in our church parking lot when it snowed.
I used to stand up on my toboggan going down the hill.
My brothers and I used to throw knives at each others feet in a game to see who could keep their balance with their feet spread the furthest apart.
I survived Lawn Jarts.