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05-10-2007, 10:09 AM #1j7wild Guest
This is for those born before 1986!!
FOR THOSE BORN BEFORE 1986 According to
today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were
kids in the 60's, 70's and early 80's probably shouldn't have
survived, because our baby cots were covered with brightly
coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and
licked. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or
latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to > play with
pans. When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just
flip-flops and fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels. As
children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags
- riding in the passenger seat was a treat. We drank
water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted
the same. We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and
drank fizzy juice with sugar in it, but we were never
overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can
and no-one actually died from this. We would spend
hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top
speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes.
After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to
solve the problem. We would leave home in the
morning and could play all day, as long as we were back
before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one
minded. We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no
video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape
movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal
computers, no DVDs, no Internet chat rooms. We had
friends - we went outside and found them. We played
elastics and rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt!
We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were
no law suits. We had full on fist fights but no
prosecution followed from other parents. We played
chap-the-door-run-away and were actually afraid of the
owners catching us. We walked to friends' homes.
We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't
rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was
just round the corner. We made up games with sticks and
tennis balls. We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our
coats by only the hood. The idea of a parent bailing us
out if we broke a law was unheard of...They actually sided
with the law. This generation has produced some of the
best risk-takers and 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're one of them. Congratulations! Pass this on to
others who have had the luck to grow as real kids, before
lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own
good. For those of you who aren't old enough, thought
you might like to read about us. This my friends, is
surprisingly frightening......and it might put a smile on your
face: The majority of students in universities today were
born in 1986........They are called youth. They have
never heard of We are the World, We are the children, and the
Uptown Girl they know is by Westlife not Billy Joel. They
have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Nena Cherry
or Belinda Carlisle. For them, there has always been only
one Germany and one Vietnam. AIDS has existed since
they were born. CD's have existed since they were > born.
> Michael Jackson has always been white. To them John
Travolta has always been round in shape and they can't
imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance. They
believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are films
from last year. They can never imagine life before
computers. They'll never have pretended to be the A
Team, RedHand Gang or the Famous Five. They'll
never have applied to be on Jim'll Fix It or Why Don't You. >
They can't believe a black and white television ever existed.
And they will never understand how we could leave the
house without a mobile phone. Now let's check if
we're getting old... 1. You understand what was written
above and you smile. 2. You need to sleep more, usually
until the afternoon, after a night out. 3. Your friends
are getting married/already married. 4. You are always
surprised to see small children playing comfortably > with
computers. 5. When you see teenagers with mobile
phones, you shake your head. 6. You remember watching
Dirty Den in EastEnders the first time around. 7. You
meet your friends from time to time, talking about the Good
old days, repeating again all the funny things you have
experienced together. 8. Having read this mail, you are
thinking of forwarding it to some other friends because you
think they will like it too... Yes, you're getting old!!
Its spot on if you ask me!!
I got this from a U.K. friend I play Delta Force Extreme online with.
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Its the usuall "It was better before".
This was written by someone whos stuck on a highley romanticised view of the past. Sure, I remember what hes talking about, but Im not ready to write off the next generation as a lost one.Last edited by Gaumont; 05-10-2007 at 04:06 PM.
"A celibate clergy is an especially good idea, because it tends to suppress any hereditary propensity toward fanaticism." / Carl Sagan
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" i can remember when i was your age i had to walk 10 miles in the freezing snow with no shoes on and ragged clothes just to got to school. and in the evening when i got home, it was so late, the street lights were on..."
funny. when i first saw this (many moons ago), i instantly thoguht of - sounds like something Dad would say ...."I hate to advocate weird chemicals, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone …
but they've always worked for me,"
Hunter S.Thompson
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05-10-2007, 03:22 PM #4j7wild Guest
well I did had to walk to school when we were still in Italy and during the winter, it would snow and we still walked to school - we didn't own a Car then and you couldn't get there on the public bus and the school had no such thing as School Buses.
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05-10-2007, 07:24 PM #5
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When I was your Age
by "Weird Al" Yankovic
Let me tell you sonny... let me set you straight
You kids today ain't never had it rough
Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate
You lazy brats think nothing's good enough
Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
We had to walk buck naked through forty miles of snow
Worked in the coal mines twenty two hours a day for just half a cent
Had to sell my internal organs just to pay the rent
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot
There's something wrong with all you kids today
You just don't appreciate all the things you've got
We were hungry, broke and miserable and we liked it fine that way
There were seventy three of us living in a cardboard box
All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks
Every night for dinner, we had a big 'ol chunk of dirt
If we were really good, we didn't get dessert
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
Didn't have no telephone, didn't have no FAX machine
All we had was a couple cans and a crummy piece of string
Didn't have no swimming pool when I was just a lad
Our neighbor's septic tank was the closest thing we had
Didn't have no dental floss, had to use old rusty nails
Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails
Didn't have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass
Didn't have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass
What's the matter now, sonny, you say you don't believe this junk?
You think my story's wearin' kinda thin?
I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk
Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline
My dad would whoop us every night till a quarter after twelve
Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whoop ourselves
Then he'd chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain
And let me tell ya, Junior, you never heard me complain
When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age
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Don't call me "Generation X," call me a child of the eighties
by Bryant Adkins
published in The Reflector
January 20, 1995
I am a child of the eighties. That is what I prefer to be called. The nineties can do without me. Grunge isn't here to stay, fashion is fickle and "Generation X" is a myth created by some over-40 writer trying to figure out why people wear flannel in the summer.
When I got home from school, I played with my Atari 2600. I spent hours playing Pitfall or Combat or Breakout or Dodge'em Cars or Frogger. I never did beat Asteroids. Then I watched "Scooby Doo." Daphne was a Goddess, and I thought Shaggy was smoking something synthetic in the back of their psychedelic van. I hated Scrappy.
I would sleep over at friends' houses on the weekends. We played army with G.I. Joe figures, and I set up galactic wars between Autobots and Decepticons. We stayed up half the night throwing marshmallows and Velveeta at one another. We never beat the Rubik's Cube.
I got up on Saturday mornings at 6 a.m. to watch bad Hanna-Barbera cartoons like "The Snorks," "Jabberjaw," "Captain Caveman," and "Space Ghost." In between I would watch "School House Rock." ("Conjunction junction, what's your function?")
On weeknights Daisy Duke was my future wife. I was going to own the General Lee and shoot dynamite arrows out the back. Why did they weld the doors shut? At the movies the Nerds got Revenge on the Alpha Betas by teaming up with the Omega Mus. I watched Indiana Jones save the Ark of the Covenant, and wondered what Yoda meant when he said, "No, there is another."
Ronald Reagan was cool. Gorbachev was the guy who built a McDonalds in Moscow. My family took summer vacations to the Gulf of Mexico and collected "Muppet Movie" glasses along the way. (We had the whole set.) My brother and I fought in the back seat. At the hotel we found creative uses for Connect Four pieces like throwing them in that big air conditioning unit.
I listened to John COUGAR Mellencamp sing about Little Pink Houses for Jack and Diane. I was bewildered by Boy George and the colors of his dreams, red, gold, and green. MTV played videos. Nickelodeon played "You Can't Do That on Television" and "Dangermouse." Cor! HBO showed Mike Tyson pummel everybody except Robin Givens, the bad actress from "Head of the Class" who took all Mike's cashflow.
I drank Dr. Pepper. "I'm a Pepper, you're a Pepper, wouldn't you like to be a Pepper, too?" Shasta was for losers. TAB was a laboratory accident. Capri Sun was a social statement. Orange juice wasn't just for breakfast anymore, and bacon had to move over for something meatier.
My mom put a thousand Little Debbie Snack Cakes in my Charlie Brown lunch box, and filled my Snoopy Thermos with grape Kool-Aid. I would never eat the snack cakes, though. Did anyone? I got two thousand cheese and cracker snack packs, and I ate those.
I went to school and had recess. I went to the same classes everyday. Some weird guy from the eighth grade always won the science fair with the working hydro-electric plant that leaked on my project about music and plants. They just loved Beethoven.
Field day was bigger than Christmas, but it always managed to rain just enough to make everybody miserable before they fell over in the three-legged race. Where did all those panty hose come from? "Deck the Halls with Gasoline, fa la la la la la la la la," was just a song. Burping was cool. Rubber band fights were cooler. A substitute teacher was a baby sitter/marked woman. Nobody deserved that.
I went to Cub Scouts. I got my arrow-of-light, but never managed to win the Pinewood Derby. I got almost every skill award but don't remember ever doing anything.
The world stopped when the Challenger exploded.
Did a teacher come in and tell your class?
Half of your friends' parents got divorced.
People did not just say no to drugs.
AIDS started, but you knew more people who had a grandparent die from cancer.
Somebody in your school died before they graduated.
When you put all this stuff together, you have my childhood. If this stuff sounds familiar, then I bet you are one, too. We are children of the eighties. That is what I prefer "they" call it.
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05-10-2007, 07:50 PM #6j7wild Guest
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