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Bielzibubz

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Doesn't this just some up what it was like growing up and exactly what the kids of today are missing out on?

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

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 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 the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.

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 Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.

We ate cupcakes, 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.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,

No video/DVD films,

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.

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...

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment... Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on ............. MERIT

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and bully's 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 didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO

DEAL WITH IT ALL!

All true and oh so sorely missed if you ask me.

Phil
 
Most of its nice but Child mortality rate has plummeted , the lead poisoning didn't kill people it gave them brain damage .
And i think seat belts and air bag's are a good idea and we had videos in the 1977 you mad man (ok Betamax ;) )

The first two worry me , asbestoses related diseases take up to 50 years to develop and just becuase you wernt tested for Diabetes and cancer dosnt mean to say you didnt have them (just went out in a glory of chocloate , drink and fags i guess :D)
 
Best time to be a youth/teenager was in the 1980's. Atari VCS that led onto ZX81s, Spectrums, CBM 64s and Amiga 1200s. Hours of fun entering strings of digits into a computer from a magazine like Zzap 64! so you could play a crummy game that you completed in five minutes.

Ah, pure machine code! Halcyon days my friends!
 
todays youth will have similar e mails in 20 or 30 years time .. also riding a bike with no helemt is fine but im pretty sure I had shoes as kid!!
 
No mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!


Am i the only one who finds this statement slightly ironic

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I wouldn't wanna be a kid growing up nowadays but I guess they don't know any different, during the summer holidays we would go out in the morning come home for lunch then go out again until dinner. Was always playing in the street or down the park, happy days!
 
I hate this sort of nostalgic drivel. I know old people who think WWII was a golden age for British society for Christ's sake.

In the 70's kids were regularly killed retrieving frisbees from electricity substations, flying kites near power lines and assorted farmyard/building site accidents.

If I was kid again I would rather stop in with a five draw of skunk and a copy of Grand Theft Auto than run the chance of ending up another statistic whilst indulging in more wholesome pastimes.
 
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Yeah, and the summers were warmer, the ice creams were bigger, yadda, yadda, yadda. Instead of writing that tiresome, cliche ridden rubbish, he could have just written "I can't deal with getting older."
 
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