My younger sister, Nic, is a generous soul. Every day, my inbox is flooded with funnies offering advice, words of wisdom or just downright hilarity. Received this today, and as I'm too busy to write anything, thought I'd post it here.
Makes me wonder what a crotchety old woman I will be if I am already thinking about 'the good old days'. I can just see it: I'll be tottering around a tiny, musty apartment, inexplicably still in Tokyo, and living with 27 cats. I still won't understand any Japanese, but this won't bother me so much, as I am too busy cursing everybody, and everything, in English. The only reason I won't be deported or carted off to a nursing home is because no one wants to talk to the demented old gaijin.
To all the kids who survived the 1960s, 70s, 80s:
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were 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 children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a ute on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the 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 soft drink with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
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 OK.
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, Nintendos, Xboxes. No video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no DVDs, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, 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 cowboy guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not poke 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.
The town football club had tryout for the junior team and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?