To those born in the 1930s to 1970s

I found this on another blog at Yahoo. I thought it was good.

ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
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 infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made w ith sugar, but we weren’t overweight because,
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. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride 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 did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computer! s, no Internet or chat rooms…….
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house 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. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-taker s, 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!
If YOU are one of them CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.

While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were.

5 Responses

  1. Hi Vic Grace,
    Came by to check on what you’ve been up to and found this appropriate article. Well it sure fits me, born 1935. Don’t forget no TV but we loved radio and listened often.

  2. I’m a 40’s era kid – started with radio and graduated to tv! Many of the things mentioned in that bit there come under the header too of something most kids all complain about – “That’s not FAIR!” To which I always responded to my kids, “Life ain’t fair, get used to it!” The more protective we get about some things the less people interact and learn how to cope too.
    My kids preach to me frequently about this little thing called “expiration dates” on various grocery goods, which I have never paid a lick of attention to -well not consciously anyway. If it didn’t have mold on it and smelled ok, it was fine. My mother used to just trim the mold off cheese and we ate it and I survived. LOL

  3. YEAH BABY!!!!!!!!

    Life is WAY too steril now. Thank God we’ve got the government to keep watch over us. LOL!!!

  4. I’m a baby of the 60s and all of this is true, except I never ate worms.

    I did carry a dead mouse in my sweater pocket for an entire day, however, showed it to all my friends, told them it was sleeping. My mother freaked over the germs later.

  5. This is one of my hobby-horses. We are raising a generation of weak-kneed sissies that will be totally unprepared for anything that may go amiss. It’s frightening!!

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