HOW VERY TRUE!

My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and

spread butter on bread 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 or at the beach 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 that cost as much as a small car. I can't recall any

injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now. 

 

We got the cane for doing something wrong at

school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept

the rules and to honour & respect those older than us.

 

We had 50 kids in our class and we all

learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost all the words

needed to write a grammatically correct letter......., FUNNY THAT!! 

 

We all said prayers in school irrespective of

our religion, sang the national anthem and no one got upset.

 

Staying in detention after school caught all

sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn't  got.

 

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 weren't!! 

 

Oh yeah .... And where was the antibiotics

and sterilisation 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 building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled

out the 2/6p bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked.

Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of

antibiotics and then mum calls the lawyer 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/or anger management classes. We were obviously so duped by so many

societal 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.

 

WOULDN'T TRADE  IT FOR ANYTHING!

 

Pass this to someone and  remember that

life's most simple pleasures are very often the very best.
 

 

 

AAAAh, those WERE the  days!!!!