Most of us have seen this or something like it:
How did we survive 50 years ago?
We drank water from the tap not a bottle and nobody knew about the
dangers of lead poisoning so even cribs were painted with brightly
colored lead based paint. Medicine and Bottles with tablets did not have
child proof lids...No seat belts or air bags in cars, nobody knew or if they did told our
parents smoking and drinking was bad for the baby...kids shared coke from
one bottle, soda had masses of sugar and we ate real white bread and
butter and everything else including full fat milk that we are now told
is bad for you .....
There were no cell phones ...we all stayed out until the street lights came on, playing then we'd go home because we were told to. If we got in trouble, chances are we'd get a thrashing and if we messed up in school or talked back to a teacher, we'd get the same.
So we got a cut or a bruise, we never saw the inside of a hospital. We didn't have video games but we could play for hours making a a go-cart, or a tree swing, or even a tree house. We played ball with whatever kind of ball we could find and usually played in the street or in that empty lot next door. We swam during the summer where ever there was water and it it wasn't clean, we just didn't swallow it.
We rode our bikes with no helmets and if we didn't make the team it was because we just weren't good enough and that was that.
But most of all, we were allowed to be kids...to dream, invent and to play. It's no wonder that the generation that grew up then created some of the most innovative and exciting technology we have today
Thanks for those years and all those "BAD THINGS" that is why we are who we are today.
I was thinking about this today. My daughter got sick last night and threw up. She told her Mom she was sick and couldn't go to school. At around 11:00 AM she came to me and told me she was sick, too sick to go to ag class but was going to just stay home and work on her online schooling. An hour later she was yakking on the phone, texting friends and looking pretty good to me. I know I'd never have gotten away with that.
I remember, it was early in my junior year of high school. I attended a Catholic school in the "not the best area" of Boston. Getting to school meant a bus, two different elevated commuter trains and a half mile walk. One day, I called the school from the train station and told them I was my Dad and that Larry was sick. What was I thinking? They took down the information and proceeded to call my Mom. uh-huh. I spent the day hanging around the local public school (two elevated commuter trains and a bus ride back). Had a great day visiting with friends and I went home about the normal time. Uh-huh. I walked in the door and Mom exploded in her quiet way...yeah, "Wait until your Dad gets home!" By the time he got to the room I was in after he arrived, he already had his belt off. Yep, there were tears. And then the next morning with my Dad at my side we visited my school--where I was promptly expelled. Boy, I wasn't proud at all...and I wasn't sitting real good, either.
Fifty years ago, forty, thirty or even twenty, things were different. We learned from the school of life and we created the lives we have. At least in my sphere, things weren't handed to me (I had my first real "paying job" when I was fourteen. That job was in a Mozzarella cheese factory and I had to give some of my money to my Mom). I saved up for and bought my first car and paid the insurance myself. I ultimately worked my way through college with minimal student loans. I even sold my Ford Mustang (1965) to fly to Portland to get married. I did---WE ALL DID things for ourselves. And we were proud.
Things have sure changed. Unfortunately, it is WE that created this new generation.
P.S. I really REALLY do know some neat young people. This is NOT a slam at them at all.