People over 35 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.
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 pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors!
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode 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 would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
We had friends! We went outside and found them. 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. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
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.
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good...
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?
Full Version: People over 35 should be dead by now!
Good old days indeed , i feel sorry for kids today
When I was 8 and pappy was well younger our parents divorced and we used to travel between them. we traveled by plane train and buss. The best was the train we traveled for 3 days between florida and new york by our selves. I behaved and pappy raised hell but when he lost his wallet, Roy Rodgers as i recall, the conductor removed a quarter from it and returned it through the mail. When I talk about the good old days those are the days I remember. Porbably the few times we wern't trying to kill one another
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
arrr but u see thats not true u see u get used to the chemical in ur blood and have high imunity
u see japanies (spelling) carnt import the fish from certian places one of them beeing our town coz of the high mercuary content in the fish would kill them coz there not used to it but we are
like our soil in our town and area as well
if u dig a big hole in the ground for lets say a bomb shelter
u carnt sell the mud to anyone out side our area u have to dispose of it in a safe pre designated area
something to do with the large amounts of poisens leads arsnics and other chemicals in the ground
i have no probs with em as i grew up playing in the stuff and i turned out well
but its not aloud to go else were coz it will cause ilness
arrr but u see thats not true u see u get used to the chemical in ur blood and have high imunity
u see japanies (spelling) carnt import the fish from certian places one of them beeing our town coz of the high mercuary content in the fish would kill them coz there not used to it but we are
like our soil in our town and area as well
if u dig a big hole in the ground for lets say a bomb shelter
u carnt sell the mud to anyone out side our area u have to dispose of it in a safe pre designated areasomething to do with the large amounts of poisens leads arsnics and other chemicals in the ground
i have no probs with em as i grew up playing in the stuff and i turned out well
but its not aloud to go else were coz it will cause ilness
You know, Bob, I always suspected that about the area you're in. Not the specific chemicals, mind you, just chemicals in general. 
I grew up in the 60's and 70's and everything in Ace's post is dead on. Hell, we made fun of the kids that wore helmets when riding their bikes!
Back in '75 my youngest brother was over at the neighbor's. He was wearing his skates (the kind that needed a key and went on your shoes) standing on a concrete patio. He was trying to get going from a stop when he lost his balance, fell backward, and landed on the concrete. Most of the impact was absorbed by his right forearm, which didn't like that one bit and broke as a result.
The only result of that incident was a trip to the emergency room and eight weeks in a cast for my brother. No lawsuit for negligence, emotional trauma, or personal suffering. No lawsuit against the company that made the skates for some 'design flaw' or cry for a recall because the skates were 'unsafe'. Just another journey for my mother and one of the three of us (all boys) to the emergency room for something that required more than one of the giant Band-Aids that was big enough to cover an entire skinned knee by itself.
I grew up in the 60's and 70's and everything in Ace's post is dead on. Hell, we made fun of the kids that wore helmets when riding their bikes!
Back in '75 my youngest brother was over at the neighbor's. He was wearing his skates (the kind that needed a key and went on your shoes) standing on a concrete patio. He was trying to get going from a stop when he lost his balance, fell backward, and landed on the concrete. Most of the impact was absorbed by his right forearm, which didn't like that one bit and broke as a result.
The only result of that incident was a trip to the emergency room and eight weeks in a cast for my brother. No lawsuit for negligence, emotional trauma, or personal suffering. No lawsuit against the company that made the skates for some 'design flaw' or cry for a recall because the skates were 'unsafe'. Just another journey for my mother and one of the three of us (all boys) to the emergency room for something that required more than one of the giant Band-Aids that was big enough to cover an entire skinned knee by itself.
Sing it with me folks: "Memories..... all alone in the night....... singing softly whispered memories..... of the way we were!" 
Remote Control?! I recall 'ME' being the remote control.
Dishwasher? I was the dishwasher.
Gameboy? NES? Playstation? How about Legos, GI Joe, and Big Wheels.
Soccer Mom chauffer in the SUV? "You want to go somewhere, walk or ride your bike."
No Reality TV, no Political Correctness, no frivolous lawsuits, no cell-phones, PDAs or pagers - Ignorance truly is bliss.
Dishwasher? I was the dishwasher.
Gameboy? NES? Playstation? How about Legos, GI Joe, and Big Wheels.
Soccer Mom chauffer in the SUV? "You want to go somewhere, walk or ride your bike."
No Reality TV, no Political Correctness, no frivolous lawsuits, no cell-phones, PDAs or pagers - Ignorance truly is bliss.
QUOTE(ldonyo @ Jul 16 2003, 08:14 AM)
I grew up in the 60's and 70's and everything in Ace's post is dead on. Hell, we made fun of the kids that wore helmets when riding their bikes!
news flash.. still happends
I think that BOB and me saw the best times. Coz i can remeber all of the things and also didnt have the things like NES, game boys and stuff till i was about 10. I have feilds out the back of where i live, i used to play on my bike all the time. Also buit a go-kart for them.
QUOTE(AthlonGod @ Jul 17 2003, 12:09 AM)
I think that BOB and me saw the best times. Coz i can remeber all of the things and also didnt have the things like NES, game boys and stuff till i was about 10. I have feilds out the back of where i live, i used to play on my bike all the time. Also buit a go-kart for them.
those were good days
biking going down beach
girl volyball
On the same subject as Ace's original post:
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Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, by the name of Common Sense.
Common Sense lived a long life but died in the United States from heart failure on the beginning of the new millennium.
No one really knows how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He selflessly devoted his life to service in schools, hospitals, homes, factories, helping folks get jobs done without fanfare and foolishness. For decades, petty rules, silly laws, and frivolous lawsuits held no power over Common Sense.
He was credited with cultivating such valued lessons as to know when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn), reliable parenting strategies (the adults are in charge, not the kids), and it's okay to come in second A veteran of the Industrial Revolution, the Great Depression, and the Technological Revolution, Common Sense survived cultural and educational trends including body piercing, whole language, and "new math." But his health declined when he became infected with the "If-it-only-helps-one-person-it's-worth-it" virus.
In recent decades his waning strength proved no match for the ravages of well intentioned, but overbearing regulations.
He watched in pain as good people became ruled by self-seeking lawyers. His health rapidly deteriorated when schools endlessly implemented zero-tolerance policies. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, a teen suspended for taking a swig of mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student only worsened his condition. It declined even further when schools had to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student but could not inform the parents when a female student was pregnant or wanted an abortion.
Finally, Common Sense lost his will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, Churches became businesses, criminals, received better treatment than their victims, and federal judges stuck their noses in everything from the Boy Scouts to professional sports.
Finally, when a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, was awarded a huge settlement, Common Sense threw in the towel.
As the end neared, Common Sense drifted in and out of logic, but was kept informed of developments regarding questionable regulations, such as those for low flow toilets, rocking chairs, and stepladders.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by two stepbrothers: My Rights, and Ima Whiner.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
Common Sense lived a long life but died in the United States from heart failure on the beginning of the new millennium.
No one really knows how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He selflessly devoted his life to service in schools, hospitals, homes, factories, helping folks get jobs done without fanfare and foolishness. For decades, petty rules, silly laws, and frivolous lawsuits held no power over Common Sense.
He was credited with cultivating such valued lessons as to know when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, and that life isn't always fair. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn), reliable parenting strategies (the adults are in charge, not the kids), and it's okay to come in second A veteran of the Industrial Revolution, the Great Depression, and the Technological Revolution, Common Sense survived cultural and educational trends including body piercing, whole language, and "new math." But his health declined when he became infected with the "If-it-only-helps-one-person-it's-worth-it" virus.
In recent decades his waning strength proved no match for the ravages of well intentioned, but overbearing regulations.
He watched in pain as good people became ruled by self-seeking lawyers. His health rapidly deteriorated when schools endlessly implemented zero-tolerance policies. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, a teen suspended for taking a swig of mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student only worsened his condition. It declined even further when schools had to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student but could not inform the parents when a female student was pregnant or wanted an abortion.
Finally, Common Sense lost his will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, Churches became businesses, criminals, received better treatment than their victims, and federal judges stuck their noses in everything from the Boy Scouts to professional sports.
Finally, when a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, was awarded a huge settlement, Common Sense threw in the towel.
As the end neared, Common Sense drifted in and out of logic, but was kept informed of developments regarding questionable regulations, such as those for low flow toilets, rocking chairs, and stepladders.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by two stepbrothers: My Rights, and Ima Whiner.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
So sad, but so true! 
lol funny stuff
I agree, sad but true.
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