Growing Up Before the 90’s

Ah well… today’s post will show you how young and fun I am 🙂
I found this material on my email folder, it surely succeeded give me chuckles while remembering those good ol’ days.
Cheers to you who enjoyed the same experiences like me
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How did one survive growing up

in the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s? 

We had no seat belts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…

Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours and our cradles were just a piece of mom’s sari … 

No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops… 

Cycling was like a breath of fresh air… 

No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike… 

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery… 

We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill… 

We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun…. 

We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner… 

We walked to school, or sometimes we rode our bike. 

We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. 

How? No one knows… 

We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bl**dy noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn’t anybody’s fault, only ours 

We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweets, sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.

And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre softdrink bottle we all had a swig from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs… 

We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo’s, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, Dish TV, DVD’s, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc …. BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!! 

We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just screamed from the balcony… 

We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards… 

We played with sticks and stones, played chor police, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, cricket games, marbles over and over again… 

When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors… 

Such were the days… 

We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. .. 

Most of all, we learned to respect others… 

 

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