cool thing i found for kids today probably diden't know
============================================
MY MOM USED TO...
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, but I can't remember getting
E-coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in
the lake instead
of a pristine pool (talk about boring).
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in
a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
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. Flunking gym was
not an option...
even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder
than gym.
Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson
by running in the
halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting
the wet spot.
How much better off would we be today if we only knew
we could have sued the school system.
Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the
national anthem
and staying in detention after school caught all sorts
of negative
attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
I can't understand it.Schools didn't offer 14 year
olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't
have known what either was anyway) but they did give
us a couple of
baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the
sniffles. What
an archaic health system we had then.
Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and
everything.
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, PlayStation,
Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital cable stations.I must
be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize
through the
denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we
trekked off each
day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant
20, built forts
out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails,
and fought over
who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property
owner thinking,letting us play on that lot? He
should have been locked up for
not putting up a fence around the property, complete
with a
self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.Oh
yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization
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
construction sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled
out the 48 cent bottle of Mercurochrome and then we
got
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 tosue 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 spanked (physical abuse) here too ...
and then we got spanked again when we got home.
Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for
coffee.
Kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway
while playing with
Tonka trucks (Remember why Tonka trucks were made
tough...it wasn'tso that they could take the rough
Berber in the family room),
and Dad drove a car with leaded gas.
Our music had to be left inside when we went out to
play and I am sure
that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of
times when we went on two week vacations.I should
probably sue the folks now for the danger
they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in
the family tent.
Summers were spent behind the push lawn mower and I
didn't even know
that mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got
one without an automatic blade-stop or an auto-
drive. How sick were
my parents?
Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. 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?
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 survive?
~~~~~author unknown
=========================================
http://24.91.60.58/orion/uploader/other/usedTo.txt