Friday, September 08, 2006

How Did We Survive Our Childhood?





Now that I’m a parent and spend the majority of my time with the twins doing everything in my power to ensure they make it through the perceived ‘land minds’ of daily living, I have to wonder how we made it through our youth. This particularly struck home this week, when, while on vacation, we spent a couple of days in Capitola and Monterey. A good deal of time spent playing on the beach was also spent worried about a renegade wave pulling one of them from my hand and taking them out to sea. I was actually uncomfortable with the idea of having them both at the waters edge with me at the same time. And when walking on the pier, the wooden fence that would certainly prevent them from falling was still not something I was willing to trust. So don’t even ask me about how I felt when we walked past the brief point at which there was no fence, where rental boats are lowered into the water below.


I’ve become my worst nightmare: an over-protective parent. So this email thread about ‘how did we survive’, which I am sure most of you have seen at one point or another, seemed an appropriate reality check.





TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930’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. 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 childproof 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 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?