PEOPLE OVER 35 SHOULD BE DEAD...

[boborgera]

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead based paint....

We had no childproof lids on bottles, doors or cabinets, And when we rode our bikes we had no helmets...

As children we would ride in cars with out seat belts or airbags.....

Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was fun....

We drank water from the garden hose... Horrors....

We ate cupcakes, peanut butter sandwiches, and drank soda with sugar in it, But we were never overweight'
because we were always out side playing....

We shared one soft drink with four friends from one bottle, And no one ever died from this....

We would spend hours building our scooters out of scraps and then rode 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 would leave home in the morning and play all day, As long we were back when the street lights came on....

And finally........ No one was able to reach us all day........

 

[Chupaca]

You only scratched the surface..!!

we (older guys) did oh.!! So much more. But then those were better times and you had to live them. Telling young folks only leaves puzzled looks on their faces...

 

[cuznjohn]

forgot

you forgot to mention the ones that went to catholic schools got our hands hit with 12 inch rulers if we were bad. we also had parents that were not afraid to give us a slap if we did something wrong, we respected the police because we could of been dragged home by the scruff of our necks because we did something wrong, i could go on and on being born in 1951

 

[reverendg]

you forgot to mention the ones that went to catholic schools got our hands hit with 12 inch rulers if we were bad. we also had parents that were not afraid to give us a slap if we did something wrong, we respected the police because we could of been dragged home by the scruff of our necks because we did something wrong, i could go on and on being born in 1951

The other thing....neighbors talked to each other and even were known to discipline each other's kids if needed!! I can remember coming home only to have dad tell me I was grounded because the neighbors let him know I was hanging around in front of the record store. When I questioned the veracity of their claim he was to the point...."They have no reason to lie to me, you do".

 

[Dan McNally]

I was born in 1948. Learned to shoot by the time I was eight. My cousin and I, at 11, used to strap .22 rifles to our handlebars and ride out of town to shoot woodchucks and squirrels. We also used to cut the ends off empty CO2 cartridges with a hacksaw, break the tips off wooden matches, and pack the CO2 cartridges with the match tips. Then we'd use lengths of pipe as barrels, and launch them by lighting the end of the cartridge. We played "Army" with bb guns . . . and actually shot each other . . . and yet, now 65, we both still live, and both still have 10 fingers and two eyes!

 

[Bob Denman]

Could it have just been the thrill of NOT dying about sixteen times each day that made it more fun?? :yikes:
(Taking a go-kart, and bolting a 30 hp snowmobile engine to it...)
(When did bicycles EVER have brakes that worked?)
(Three young boys in the woods with .22s)
(Figuring out how to start and drive Dad's car in the yard without him knowing about it; at age 10!)

 

[boborgera]

The other thing.... I was grounded because the neighbors let him know I was hanging around in front of the record store.

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Just curious, What in the world is a record store?

 

[cuznjohn]

and it goes on

grandparents hitting you when you were bad and than telling mom and dad when they got home and being hit again, having tv taken away for 2 days and not being able to say you were sorry and getting the privilege back, i grew up in EAST HARLEM NEW YORK and my father was a tough guy, and i remember like it was yesterday that he said to me, i don't like the kids you are hanging out with and your going to end up in jail, but as your father i will get you out as soon as i can, but when you get home your going to wish you were back in jail and i knew what he meant and that kept me in line most of the time. than we moved to where i live now in queens NY and the parents around here didn't want their kids to hang with me because they said i was wild lol. as i got older my father brought home boxing gloves and would say i am going to teach you how to box, but the gloves would only come out when i did something bad and i would get my butt kicked. all in all i feel like i turned out to be a pretty good guy and for medical reasons have never had children but my father lives in me in a way that i also don't tolerate children or teens doing stupid things and i open my mouth on occasion and i have to remember that i am not as young as i used to me and teens no longer have respect for older people.

 

[WV Spyder Ryder]

Used to live where there were no street light (different area but still don't). But if nothing else you had to be home an hour or two before dark so you had to pay attention to the sun. It made no difference if was cloudy :roflblack:.

 

[OldDog]

Mountain bikes and safety gear?

We would go down to the " bottoms" by the river and ride our bikes over every path we could find. These were ordinary Schwinns and Huffys not your fancy Mountain bikes. No helmets or safety gear of any kind. Some of the dare devil stuff we did as kids would petrify our parents if they knew. I'm lucky to have made it to adulthood.

 

[Flanker]

The other thing....neighbors talked to each other and even were known to discipline each other's kids if needed!! I can remember coming home only to have dad tell me I was grounded because the neighbors let him know I was hanging around in front of the record store. When I questioned the veracity of their claim he was to the point...."They have no reason to lie to me, you do".

DDOOHH!! Been there; heard that! On more than one occasion (my brother and I were slow learners) we irritated a neighbor, teacher, or friends parent/s to the point they felt it necessary to make a "negative performance evaluation" on us to my parents. We always got a chance to explain our side of the story, ray: but more often than not......................."we were toast" (long before we understood what being toast meant too!).

 

[Bob Denman]

...lived through it; got the scars!
AND the great memories! :thumbup:

 

[mxz600]

How about playing a game of Jarts, aka Lawn Darts. I still have mine.

 

[Bob Denman]

:2thumbs:

 

[OldCowboy]

When I was growing up, we occasionally had a kid killed in a farm accident or drown in one of the local lakes or streams. When that happened, they didn't call in grief counselors or have candlelight vigils. If you knew the kid real well, you went to their funeral and cried a bit. And your parents used the death as an object lesson, saying things like, "That's what happens when you go swimming alone," or, "If you ride on the back of a tractor, you're liable to fall off and get killed."

 

[Bob Denman]

"Grief counselors" :shocked:
How many times did your Mom offer to, "Give you something to cry about"?

 

[boborgera]

I wasn't a kid then, But around 19 years old, When we didn't have time to wait for the peanut butter/mosquito repellent to get hot' I would break open hand grenades and cook ''C''s with the Comp B, And sometimes peal some of the C4 from claymores to cook with also.. We really lived dangerously them days.....:yikes:

 

[Pirate looks at --]

All True

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead based paint....

We had no childproof lids on bottles, doors or cabinets, And when we rode our bikes we had no helmets...

As children we would ride in cars with out seat belts or airbags.....

Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was fun....

We drank water from the garden hose... Horrors....

We ate cupcakes, peanut butter sandwiches, and drank soda with sugar in it, But we were never overweight'
because we were always out side playing....

We shared one soft drink with four friends from one bottle, And no one ever died from this....

We would spend hours building our scooters out of scraps and then rode 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 would leave home in the morning and play all day, As long we were back when the street lights came on....

And finally........ No one was able to reach us all day........

all true but you may want to change the Tit,e of the thread. In 1978 a lot of the "controls were coming. I would say "People ver 50 should be dead" the government starting worrying to much about us in 1978. After all we have to be protected from ourselves!

 

[boborgera]

all true but you may want to change the Tit,e of the thread. In 1978 a lot of the "controls were coming. I would say "People ver 50 should be dead" the government starting worrying to much about us in 1978. After all we have to be protected from ourselves!

Your right, I accidentally typed 35, i was going for 60, after i submitted it i couldn't change it.....:dontknow: 35 is too young, I'm wearing underwear older than that at this very moment...:shocked:

 

[Bob Denman]

I would break open hand grenades and cook ''C''s with the Comp B, And sometimes peal some of the C4 from claymores to cook with also.. We really lived dangerously them days.....:yikes:

Kind of lends a new meaning to "PoP!-corn" :thumbup: