This was sent to me as an "chain" email and thought I would share it.
Refreshingly different!
>
>My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same
cutting
>board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get
food
>poisoning.
>
>My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter but I can't
remember
>getting E-coli.
>
>We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or
cabinets, and
when
>we rode our bikes we had no helmets.
>
>We played with toy guns, cowboys and Indians, army, cops and
robbers,
and
>used our fingers to simulate guns when the toy ones or my BB gun
was
not
>available.
>
>Some students weren't as smart as others or didn't work hard so
they
failed
>a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. That
generation
>produced some of the greatest risk-takers and problem solvers. We
had
the
>freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to
deal
>with it all.
>
>We all took gym, not PE ...
>
>
>Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running
in the
>halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet
spot.
How
>much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have
sued
the
>school system.
>
>Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the pledge and stayed
in
>detention after school and caught all sorts of negative attention
for
the
>next two weeks. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
>
>I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an
abortion
or
>condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they
did
give
>us a couple of aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the
sniffles.
>
>What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses?
Ours
>wore a hat and white hose and shoes, and everything.
>
>I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was
allowed
>to be proud of myself.
>
>We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant
construction
>sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of
>mercurochrome and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip
to the
>emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of
antibiotics
>and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving
a
>horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
>
>We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we
did, we
got
>our butt spanked (physical abuse) ... and then we got our butt
spanked
>again when we got home.
>
>
>Summers were spent behind the push lawnmower and I didn't even
know
that
>mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an
automatic
>blade-stop or an auto-drive. How sick were my parents?
>
>Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall Donny
Reynolds
from
>next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just
before
>he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our
house.
>Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof.
It
was a
>neighborhood run amuck.
>
>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
>needed to get into group therapy and 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 survive??
Refreshingly different!
>
>My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same
cutting
>board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get
food
>poisoning.
>
>My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter but I can't
remember
>getting E-coli.
>
>We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or
cabinets, and
when
>we rode our bikes we had no helmets.
>
>We played with toy guns, cowboys and Indians, army, cops and
robbers,
and
>used our fingers to simulate guns when the toy ones or my BB gun
was
not
>available.
>
>Some students weren't as smart as others or didn't work hard so
they
failed
>a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. That
generation
>produced some of the greatest risk-takers and problem solvers. We
had
the
>freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to
deal
>with it all.
>
>We all took gym, not PE ...
>
>
>Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running
in the
>halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet
spot.
How
>much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have
sued
the
>school system.
>
>Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the pledge and stayed
in
>detention after school and caught all sorts of negative attention
for
the
>next two weeks. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
>
>I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an
abortion
or
>condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they
did
give
>us a couple of aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the
sniffles.
>
>What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses?
Ours
>wore a hat and white hose and shoes, and everything.
>
>I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was
allowed
>to be proud of myself.
>
>We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant
construction
>sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of
>mercurochrome and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip
to the
>emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of
antibiotics
>and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving
a
>horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
>
>We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we
did, we
got
>our butt spanked (physical abuse) ... and then we got our butt
spanked
>again when we got home.
>
>
>Summers were spent behind the push lawnmower and I didn't even
know
that
>mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an
automatic
>blade-stop or an auto-drive. How sick were my parents?
>
>Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall Donny
Reynolds
from
>next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just
before
>he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our
house.
>Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof.
It
was a
>neighborhood run amuck.
>
>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
>needed to get into group therapy and 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 survive??