Oldie but goodie

willy

willy

God
> > TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
> >
> > 1930's 40's, 50's, 60'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 child proof 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 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, 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 yelled for 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 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?!
 
My sister sent this to me, have not seen it for a long time.
This was ME, and my seven other brothers and sisters growing up and I bet it's a large majority of you other V20'er's too. It kind of fits with the boat you know. Feels good to see it again thought you guys would enjoy ;)
 
Yeah, but some of those first thoughts might explain a few things where MJ is concerned. :o You know, like the lead paint thing and all. :-X
 
I see :o but I'll tell ya CB, going down that list it was literally like reliving my childhood, just one of those things I guess ;)
 
Yeah Willy...that was nice...I remember Windy Hill Beach and bein' SUNBURNED and gettin' a little sand in the bed in the old non-air-conditioned cottage...slept like a rock.... ;D ;D ;D...
 
I remember climbing trees that were so big around we measured them by how many of us holding hands it took to cover it. I remember being on a death watch when Doug Bresky stepped on an old rotted one and fell thirty feet and landed flat on his back, we were in the middle of the woods and sitting around him waiting for him to wake up :o. When he did we told him he had died and came back like Jesus and he went home and told his mother. She promptly kicked his a$$ for climbing that high in the tree :D
 
I remember ridin' to Homestead, FL in my aunt's old Dodge...me and my cousin sittin' on back seat, smoke starts comin' outta the seat behind him...pull over, put it out, I get a butt-whuppin' right there on the side of the road cause I had my window down that my aunt's cigarette came into after SHE flipped it out the front window... :o...folks, sometimes life just ain't right!!... ::)...

Think that happened around Sebastian or there abouts... ;)...
 
I remember using old brass or copper pipe to make itchy ball (gum ball) and acorn cannons, flattened and folded one end, punched a hole with a nail that a firecracker would slide down into and load like a cannon. Would set up in the woods like Viet Cong ambushing any of the neighborhood guys that would come by. Today we would be arrested and prosecuted for assault with a deadly weapon or attempted murder and expelled from school and the major discussion on the local radio and tv stations :-/
 
I'm trying to imagine the odds on the producer of Broke Back Mtn. getting out of the country alive in say 1960. Not good.
 
we went everywhere on bikes, big giant wheeled bikes with one speed. Yours. Usually a basket on them somewhere to hold your mitt or basketball. And baseball cards of players you had multiple's of stuck with clothes pins on the forks so the spokes hit them. Had to wear big yellow raincoats until we got on the bus then stuffed them in our book bags so no one out of your neighborhood saw them. Recess where every kid in school was outside at the same time. Good fight at least once a week. Like a prison yard sometimes. Except with girls ;D ;) ;D
 
Girls no doubt, Willy, but somehow I don't recall 'em lookin' like Super Models back then like they do now... ;) 8)...

Wanted a Sting Ray bike, but Mama made me get a Schwinn News-Boy Special cause I had a paper route...full size bike w/big tires...eventually pulled the fenders off...came to love that bike... ;D ;D...
 
Oh there was heavy bike modifications, some worked and looked cool. Some put you a$$ over tea kettle at 20mph.
And there were super models back then they just dressed different.
When me and Lucille and a few others were in our formidable years 10-13 we used to watch the cooler older kids like Debbie Hoyle who lived across the street from me. She was built. Used to sunbathe in a bikini. I monitored sunny days on weekends for just such a chance encounter.
You see Debbie gave a couple of us the greatest show on earth. One day we were sitting in our tree fort and we noticed Debbie and a older looking teen ager take a stroll into the woods. Now Debbie wore bikini's and high heels and drove a 1967 Camaro Rally Sport drop top and listened to rock and roll. She did not however go for walks and play in the woods so me and the gang decided to follow Debbie and her friend. They went back to the brook and were sitting along the bank and they were smoking a weird looking cigarette. Next thing we know , God bless her heart,Debbie is takin it all off and swimming in the brook. Her older friend seemed rather exited by this and took her over to the grassy spot and proceeded to trounce the living day lights out of poor Deb. We thought he was hurting her but she sure liked it.
Yea there were super models back then, and this one changed my life forever ;D
 
I liked the huge siassy bar, banna seat, and tall handle bars. we would then cut of the forks from another bike and ram them onto our bike there for making it a chopper.
I remembr coming down this huge hill, flying then the handle bars were lose and they went forward fell off the bike going like 20 downhill, got 5 stiches that day ;D
 
I liked it when your brakes were broken for months at a time and you learned to stop your bike by sticking your foot between the front fork and the tire. After going over the handle bars a few times you got it right.

Keith
 
Man, I miss my old Schwinn Sting Ray with the banana seat. I would set up a plywood jump at the bottom of the driveway and fly clear across the street.....not always succesful, either. One wipe out I actually bent the front part of that seat way down!

Those home made go-carts too! "we don't need no stinkin brakes"

The home made sling shot wars w/acorns in the woods....OUCH!
 
DAYUM, MJ... you just reminded me of somethin' I had forgotten...goin' down steep alley w/big basket PACKED w/ rolled newspapers...haulin' a$$...goose-neck BROKE in two...weight of papers pulls me over front-end of bike haulin' boogie down this hill...don't remember stitches, but do recall BUSTIN' MY A$$!! :o ;)...
 
I remember my first car, 65 VW bug, 38,000 miles and would run all day on $2.00 worth of gas and was the original party mobile. Cost me $600. Big bucks. $2.00 by the way was about four gallons :o I installed the new technology a eight track player and man I was a rockin fool from that point on ;)
 
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