Perry Noble had a great blog today from a friend of his called "It's a wonder I survived" on the dangers of living life 20-50 years ago. I have added and altered some of his entries in red to some ideas of life when I was a child.
People over 25 should be dead. According to today’s regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, or even maybe the early 70’s probably shouldn’t have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
Our moms put us on our tummies because that's what the doctors told them to do.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets.
We rode our bikes without helmets.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags... in the front seat on the arm rest.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. My sister, Martha, and I rode in the back of a pick up from Nashville to Raleigh and loved it. My uncle would have been arrested for that.
We rode on the wheel hump in the back, and on the gate of the pickup truck with our legs dangling off.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. We also played in the middle of the street.
We (teenagers and moms) travelled with no cell phones (what no cell phones!!!) at night, in run down cars, low on gas, down dirt raods in the middle of nowhere.
We hitch hiked and picked up hitch hikers.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We played on playgrounds made of wood where there was cement under the monkey bars.
There are so many more things I'm sure you can remember as a child that would be unheard of now. Perry Noble has many more "dangerous things" on his blog, so go there to read more... and feel free to add to my list. I thought this was really funny and I'm sure you have some great ones also.
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The good old days! My response to Perry was... "where are my scissors!"
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