How Very True

SO TRUE,  LOVED THIS ONE!!

HOW VERY TRUE!

My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and
spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife
and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax
paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't
remember getting e. Coli


Almost all of us would have rather gone
swimming in the lake or at the beach instead of a  pristine pool (talk
about boring), no beach closures then.


We  all took PE ..... And risked permanent
injury with a pair of Dunlop sandshoes instead of having
cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in
light reflectors that cost as much as a small car. I can't recall any
injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.


We got the cane for doing something wrong at
school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept
the rules and to honor & respect those older than us.


We had 50 kids in our class and we all
learned to read and write, do math and spell almost all the words
needed to write a grammatically correct letter......., FUNNY THAT!!


We all said prayers in school irrespective of
our religion, sang the national anthem and no one got upset.


Staying in detention after school caught all
sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn't  got.


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, Play Station, Nintendo,  X-box or 270 digital TV
cable stations. We weren't!!


Oh yeah .... And where was the antibiotics
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 building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled
out the bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked.
Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of
antibiotics and then mum calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for
leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a  threat.


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 never needed to get into group therapy
and/or 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 ever survive?


LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA.


AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T, SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED.


WOULDN'T TRADE  IT FOR ANYTHING!


Pass this to someone and  remember that
life's most simple pleasures are very often the  best.


AAAAh, those WERE the  days!!!!