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Congratulations

CONGRATULATIONS TO A LL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
1920’s, 30’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 and lived in houses containing asbestos.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, tuna from a can, sugar, put salt in the veg and didn’t get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer. 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 or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking .

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. We drank water from a stream and not from a bottle. Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds or KFC. Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn’t open on the weekends, somehow we didn’t starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy fruit spangles and some straws to blow up frogs with.

We ate sponge cake, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks 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. And with no mobile phone 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. We built tree houses and made camps in the woods and played in the gutters with matchbox cars.

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 mobile 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 and no waiting at A&E for the host people from all over the World who can’t spell Accident and Emergency to be seen before us.

Only girls had pierced ears! We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross buns at Easter time…….no really! We were given pellet guns and Bow and arrows for our 10th birthdays and we did not grow up to be muggers or hold up shops.

We drank milk laced with Strontium 90 from cows that had eaten grass covered in nuclear fallout from the atomic testing.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them and that was after walking in. We kept doorkeys on a piece of string behind the letter box. When the neighbours spoke, yes they actually spoke, they weren’t being nosey, just neighbourly.

Mum didn’t have to go to work to help dad make ends meet! Football had trials and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!

Our teachers used to belt us with big sticks and leather straps and bullies always ruled the playground at school. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

Our parents got married before they had children and didn’t invent stupid names for their kids like “Sky” and “Blade”

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 70 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?!

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4 Responses

  1. And farewell to common sense, community spirit, childhood innocence, natural immunity, wholesome outdoor activities, character-building and traditional values.

    R.I.P.

  2. Excellent! Really does remind me of my childhood. As a country lad I’d be out in all weathers from early morning to late evening. I’d cycle or walk miles, eat what I found in orchards or the edge of fields and make dens everywhere.
    Pretty sure it beats sitting in front of a TV all day.

  3. I seem to have survived being a 70’s baby….. I am even still have all my limbs and am fairly well adjusted, despite all that flagrant exposure to danger!
    Like BB I was brought up in the country- nothing was better than getting muddy and wet!

  4. I was a 70’s baby, 2 months prem and still alive an kicking!! I went round the corner shop to grab some milk the other day, in front of me in the queue was a 16 year old girl, buying fags, with a one year old boy, both ears pierced and hair solid with gel “because he looks sweet innit” apparently!!

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