............ and I survived a mother that smoked and drank while she carried me.
She ate tuna from a can and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
I was put in a crib covered in lead based paint.
There were no child-proof medicine bottles in the house or child proof locks on cabinet doors.
I rode in big American V8 cars with no seat belts, air bags OR CHILD SAFTY SEATS. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
I rode my bike without a helmet.
I drank water from a garden hose and not from a plastic bottle.
I shared my soda with my friends, from the same glass bottle and none of us died from it.
I ate cup cakes, white bread, real butter, put brown gravy on everything and drank soft drinks with real sugar and I wasn’t over weight.
I was always outside PLAYING.
I‘d walk to school in the morning. Say the pledge of allegiance and not be afraid to say the words, “UNDER GOD.”
I would stay out and play all day as long as I was back home “by the time the street lights came on.”
I played in the dirt. I built tree forts made of scrap wood up in very tall trees. I explored every inch of my neighborhood.
I collected glass bottles to return for 5 cents so I could buy some chocolate or rock candy.
No one was able to reach me all day and I was OK.
I fell out of trees, wrecked on my bike, skinned my knees, broke my right arm and there were no law suits over it.
I knew my neighbors. I would even make $5 cutting their lawn every now and then.
I was trusted with a BB gun a the age of 10.
I never washed my hands.
I actually walked up to my friends house to knock on the door or ring the door bell.
My friends parents were Mr. or Mrs. and spoken to as Sir or Ma’am.
When I passed somebody on the sidewalk they were greeted with , “G’morning” or , “ How do you do?” I didn’t pretend they weren’t there.
If I did wrong I got my bottom “whipped.” No questions asked. Nobody worried about my self esteem.
I was free to fail and succeed. My actions were my responsibility.
I knew to be somewhere on time, right on time.
I knew the value of hard work.
I respected my elders. I dressed appropriately for school, for church and for myself.
I didn’t have video games, 2,000,000 channels on TV, taped movies, surround sound, cell phone or internet and I survived.
She ate tuna from a can and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
I was put in a crib covered in lead based paint.
There were no child-proof medicine bottles in the house or child proof locks on cabinet doors.
I rode in big American V8 cars with no seat belts, air bags OR CHILD SAFTY SEATS. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
I rode my bike without a helmet.
I drank water from a garden hose and not from a plastic bottle.
I shared my soda with my friends, from the same glass bottle and none of us died from it.
I ate cup cakes, white bread, real butter, put brown gravy on everything and drank soft drinks with real sugar and I wasn’t over weight.
I was always outside PLAYING.
I‘d walk to school in the morning. Say the pledge of allegiance and not be afraid to say the words, “UNDER GOD.”
I would stay out and play all day as long as I was back home “by the time the street lights came on.”
I played in the dirt. I built tree forts made of scrap wood up in very tall trees. I explored every inch of my neighborhood.
I collected glass bottles to return for 5 cents so I could buy some chocolate or rock candy.
No one was able to reach me all day and I was OK.
I fell out of trees, wrecked on my bike, skinned my knees, broke my right arm and there were no law suits over it.
I knew my neighbors. I would even make $5 cutting their lawn every now and then.
I was trusted with a BB gun a the age of 10.
I never washed my hands.
I actually walked up to my friends house to knock on the door or ring the door bell.
My friends parents were Mr. or Mrs. and spoken to as Sir or Ma’am.
When I passed somebody on the sidewalk they were greeted with , “G’morning” or , “ How do you do?” I didn’t pretend they weren’t there.
If I did wrong I got my bottom “whipped.” No questions asked. Nobody worried about my self esteem.
I was free to fail and succeed. My actions were my responsibility.
I knew to be somewhere on time, right on time.
I knew the value of hard work.
I respected my elders. I dressed appropriately for school, for church and for myself.
I didn’t have video games, 2,000,000 channels on TV, taped movies, surround sound, cell phone or internet and I survived.
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