I am already dead. My progeny has turned to crap, and there's nothing any of us can do about it.
They are right. I died 30 years ago.
so true. Do you ever stop to think how this should have culled the herd, so to speak?
Cool post!
Thanks!
I had BB gun fights with my friends (we actually shot them at each other), today that would get me on some list as a potential school shooter.
Not only did we not wear seat belts, there was no such thing as a baby seat.
We ate all sorts of disgusting foods with wierd dyes.
If any kid ever rode on a bike with a helmet, he would have been the butt of jokes for years.
When I was two, I stuck a hairpin in an electric socket that didn't have a childproof cap on it. I'm dead.
Yeah...we could go down to the local schoolyard and choose up sides to play sandlot baseball..It didn't have to be organized..If we disobeyed our parents, there was hell to pay....If we smarted off to teachers in schools, we got our behinds paddled by the principal...When we were told to be in at nine o'clock..it had better be nine o'clock...Of course, we watched shows like "Leave It to Beaver" where the father was in charge and wasn't a dummy..Boy, how times have changed!!!!
We ran with scissors & played with fire.
OK, captain. Let's hear your stories.
Maybe. I go to the Doc on Thursday, I'll let you know.
My pals and I accepted candy bars from the nice old man next door,and they weren't tainted and he didn't try to molest us!
How about chased the mosquito sprayer on our bikes! LOL
Good Lord! I've been dead since 1949 and never knew it till now.......
What kind of fond memories will MY kids have??!
A long time ago, back in Killeen, TX, my friends and I played a painful game. No matter what you were doing, when ever you got the urge, you would call out "dirt clod fight." At that signal everyone scattered and grabbed as much of whatever they could off the ground and started throwing it at whomever was closest.
I don't remember those friend's names or faces, but I remember the sting of rock hard Texas dirt that hadn't seen rain for months.
It's amazing how long forgotten memories bubble up into your consciousness.
Anyone remember the old wooden "merry-go-rounds" in the playgrounds? The little kids would be on them having a good time and then the big kids would come and get them going at warp speed. A few tiny ones went flying off and cracked their heads. No more merry-go-rounds.
My brother and I used to catch lightening bugs and keep them in a jar with holes poked in the lid. PETA would probably have us arrested for cruelty to animals if we did that now.