Whoever wrote this must have been our next door neighbour because they totally described our childhood to a ‘T’. Hope you enjoy it.
(Under age 40? You won’t understand.)
The good ole black & white TV…
You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.
Our mothers used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn’t seem to get food poisoning.
Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can’t remember getting e.Coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
We all took PE … and risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop sandshoes instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can’t recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
We all said prayers in school and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can’t recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.
Oh yeah … and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played “King of the Hill” on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, Mother pulled out the 48 cent bottle of mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn’t sting like iodine did) and then we got our butts spanked.
Now it’s a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the Attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.
How could we possibly have known that?
We never needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes.
We were obviously so duped by so many social ills, that we didn’t even notice that the entire country wasn’t taking Prozac!
How did we ever survive?
LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA. AND TO ALL WHO DIDN’T, SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED.
I WOULDN’T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING!