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#1
For these list things that fly about the t'internet, but this one made me laugh a bit. It isn't one of those stupid yank ones that have no relevence outside of Buttfuck, Idaho. And I can identify with it.

If previously done, please delete, and I will award myself a beating in the nearest room

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN 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 cots were covered with bright coloured 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 three up on a push bike was always great fun.

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 bread pudding, white bread and real butter and drank lemonade 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 trolleys 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, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, 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 air 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 yelled for them!

School sports teams 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!
 
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Goodness me you're dead right. :D
 
#3
We would spend hours building our trolleys 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.

Ahhh, my old go-cart, how I miss it. 4 large pram wheels, an H frame
with two axels, and a flat board to sit on......and yes, no brakes!!! :)


I'm feeling rather nostalgic after reading all that!
 
#4
Fantastic list brought back a lot of memories for me.
 
#5
That would be why as a Forty something,I have dodgey knees, smoke and drink well above the safe number off units per week.
Yep ,they don`t make them like us anymore.
 

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#6
And we are poo with computers!
 
#7
although im not as old as you has-beens, i had pretty much the same upbringing... i say pretty much.

where i lived as a young'un had a big ash playing field right over the road, football pitches etc and the best fun of all... 2 railway lines. I used to know the layout of the trees in the railway embankment off by heart having spent countless hours in there playing about on the track and climbing the fences and trees. Even made swings on the trees from time to time. I did this with several other guys my age on the streat and never once did one of us have a serious accident. In years of playing on a railway line.

i wouldnt swap anything for my childhood of being out and about, and ill be doing everything i can to make sure any kids i have get the same upbringing.
 
#8
We can still try now that we are older-my kids know that in the summer holidays they come home only when it is dark or they get hungry-they usually arrive back about 2100, knackered, filthy and happy.
 
#9
Brilliant, god I miss my boagy. Untill that fat git in my street broke it going down a massive hill and relised it had no brakes, that will teach him :p

I wish my nephue got brought up like that but my sis is just to scared to let him out any later than 7 incase anything happens to him, or incase the school suggest he is being ill treated as he was covered in bruises over the summer. I had to explain nicely that "HE IS A FCUKING BOY AND THEY CLIMB TREES AND FALL OVER!!!!!" Bloody pc crap, this country is falling to bits because of it.
 
#10
If you delete 'given air gun on tenth birthday' and insert 'utilised soft porn found under the hedge in the park and didn't go blind' - the rest is accurate.
 
#11
LMAO thats right we used to find porn in our local country parks layby when we were kids. Nothing compaired to the stuff available today though :) Think i'm amune to porn these days, nothing shocks me anymore.

Funnily enough recently when searching for info on my local town I came accross (not litrally) a dogging group that meets in that very layby.
 
#12
I don't seem to recall being snatched and killed by a peadophile iether. Aperently they lurk on every street corner now, with a net and a transit van, like some modern day version of the child catcher from CHitty Chitty Bang Bang.

I guess they hadn't invented peados in the 80s.
 
#13
bobath said:
I don't seem to recall being snatched and killed by a peadophile iether. Aperently they lurk on every street corner now, with a net and a transit van, like some modern day version of the child catcher from CHitty Chitty Bang Bang.

I guess they hadn't invented peados in the 80s.
Now he really did scare me when I was 6 or so!!!!

Back to the main topic, I'd forgotten all about the stuck together mags
found under the bushes at the local park.
When I was 11, we even found a pure filth jobbie in Italy whilst skiing; that
put me off grott for a while as the male appendage in the educational pictures was distinctly green. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww.
 
#14
What a top posting, spot on. I got a bockolling the other day by Mrs BIII for using her Dad's lard for a fry up, instead of the usual 'oil'. 'What are you doing', she yelled, 'that stuffs no good for you'. Her Dad, who lives with us, is 93, War Disabled (WW2) and has used lard for fry ups since he was in short trousers. You work it out.
 
#15
im glad to say its all 100% true we need to go back to the old ways...
as a young lad living by heathrow airport we used to nip over the runways and see what was on offer at the cargo village..--these days you cant even take a car in ...or nicking cows horns from the pile at the back of the glue factory to make spears...when caught by the local --fat--village copper we got a good hiding each as a reminder --not to get caught..great times -when Britain was great...didnt see a tv till i was at least 12-and that was black and white.
 
#16
My brother and I used to go and play in a cave about 2 Miles away. One winter we went there and back through 3 foot of snow played there all day.

When we got home we where frozen. Mum slung us into a hot bath, oh how we howled with the pain...

Good days
 
#17
the_guru said:

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!
Speak for yourself. I was born in the 70s (not even 30 yet) and I am a dribbling hide-bound incontinent mass of neurosis and anxiety. :frustrated:

My fault for being at the wrong end of the spectrum, I guess.
 
#18
When in HK, we would all be taken to the food stalls on the street and made to eat one thing from each stall. Vomiting and upset stomachs were inevitable but as a consequence all of us are horribly healthy now.

During the holidays we'd be given a packed lunch and walkie-talkies at 9am and told to enjoy the outdoors rain or shine, only rule was not to go out of range of the house and to come back when called. Wonderful days spent building camps, trying to lose little sister, splashing and boating in the river. Would come back home to fresh baked bread with proper butter, jam made the year before and home baked cakes. Oddly enough none of us are fat, hmm wonder if the exercise had anything to do with it! 8O

Don't regret any of it and will do my level best to bring any children I have up the same way!
 
#19
Ahhhhhhh The Grot found under the bush, or in the layby round the back of the gritting bunker. With the hairiest minges you have ever seen, as was the fashion at the time. Jumpers for goalposts.... Making a den out of the straw bales in the fields after the wheat had been harvested. Playing on the railway line...Spending all day sitting in a tree in the woods.....not eating from breakfast till 9PM...Walking 3 miles to school over the fields no matter how much it was raining or snowing...going to watch Mansfield play on my own from the age of 9..

Them were the days....

A reminder of the cocktastic soft porn, hairy minged wenches. And who better to show her working parts than Bobby...

 

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