SlagleRock's Slaughterhouse
Don't be a fool and die for your country. Let the other sonofabitch die for his.
-- General George S. Patton

September 19, 2005

Watch Me Light This Fart On Fire...

"I think you should put this on your web page, I don’t think it is entirely accurate as far as the years because it sounds just like my child hood and yours as well I’m sure, but it is an accurate portal of the lives of children today." -- Defender1

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!

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.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden 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 soda pop 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 O.K.

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, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies or DVD's, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet 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 BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put 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!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

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!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good, and while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!

superman s.giflagleRock Out!





Posted by SlagleRock at September 19, 2005 09:15 AM | TrackBack
Comments

Love that.

I was born and raised in the 80s and 90s. Don't know if mom drank or anything while pregnant with me, but a lot of that other stuff applies.

And I managed to survive somehow. lol

Posted by: Amy at September 19, 2005 12:57 PM

As a product of the 50s and 60s,I'd like to add one.If I did something wrong at a friends house,I didn't have to wait until I got home to get my ass cracked.My friends Dad would do it, with my Dads approval and my Dad would return the favor at my house.
If I deserved it I got my ass paddled at school by the principal and then my Dad cracked my ass when I got home.
I have never been arrested,taken anything that wasn't mine,or seriously harmed another human or animal.
I credit this all to my upbringing and the discipline I recieved when deserved.
Damn!How I long for the good ole days.


A firm believer in a firm hand

Posted by: PappaSlagle at September 19, 2005 08:11 PM

PappaSlagle,

I agree 100% percent, in fact I remeamber more than once (by this I mean at least a million times) where all the old man had to do was look at me that way (you know what I'm talking about) and I knew right then and there that no matter how good I was or what I did from then on out, I was done when we got home. Now when I even say I'm going to spank one of my kids I'm affraid I will be sent to jail for child abuse, I cant imagine what would happen if I did spank one. What have things come to when we cant even give our own kids a little tough love. But hey thats just my .02

Defender1

Posted by: Defender1 at September 21, 2005 10:59 PM

Defender,

My now 21 yr.old son,in one of his braver moments,advised me that it was unlawful for me to tan his backside.I invited him to phone 911 and told him that the laws of time and space would allow me plenty of time to wear his butt out before authorities could arrive.I then ask him who would provide him,his sister and his mother with food and water if I was sent to jail.He stormed off to his room and never threw that gauntlet down again.

Posted by: PappaSlagle at September 22, 2005 03:44 PM

You know Dad, that sounds about par for J. I could totally see him saying that to you. Too damn funny, thanks for the laugh. Great way to start a Friday morning.

SlagleRock Out!

Posted by: SlagleRock at September 23, 2005 08:03 AM

Rob,The reason you weren't included in the above story was because John was about eleven at the time and you were already in the Air Force.It was typical of John at that age.Each day with him was a new adventure.LOL!!

Posted by: PappaSlagle at September 24, 2005 06:17 PM

I really miss those days, but they are gone forever, Cat

Posted by: Catfish at September 26, 2005 04:27 PM
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