Another email of how did we survive our childhood....
I will leave some of it for you to read... as I go visiting today......
and my question is.. truly how did we survive and how did my
children, as I also did the same with them, as they grew up.
My Mom 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.'
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it
raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a
brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting
We all took gym, not PE...and risked permanent injury with a pair of
high top Ked's (only worn in gym) 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 wore white, short sleeved,
buttoned shirts and (short) blue shorts for gym, washed over the
weekend and brought back clean on Monday. We all took showers at end
of Gym before going to our next class. Flunking gym was not an option...
Even for stupid kids! I guess PE mustbe much harder than gym.
Speaking of school, we all said prayers 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. We played outside
all day long, coming in at dark.
We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant
construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom 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 butt 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.We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either, because if we did we
got our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked again when
we got home.
I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks
on the front stoop, just before he fell off.
Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house.
Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof.
It was a neighborhood run amuck.
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 needed to get into group
therapy and anger management classes.
And we had lead paint on our cribs and we chewed on those rails.
We drank water out of hoses...
We swam at the river or creek, with out life guards.
We didn't act up in school, because the teacher smacked us and then our
parents did the same when we got home... Same thing when we acted up
in town. Some one would call our parents and they knew before we got home.
How did we ever survive?? And lived good normal lives?
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