Those were the days – childhood nostalgia

childhoodI received this story by email and I think it says a lot about the modern day trend of over-protecting children and political correctness.

My mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread  butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no  bleach, but we didn’t seem to get food poisoning.

Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper  in a brown paper bag,
not in ice pack coolers, but I can’t remember  getting e.coli.

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the  lake  or at the beach instead of a  pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then, no stingers and crocodiles.

We  all took PE (Physical Education) and risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop  sandshoes instead of having cross-training athletic shoes withair  cushion soles and built in light reflectors that cost as much as a small  car. I can’t recall any injuries but they must have happened because  they tell us how much safer we are now.

We got the cane for doing something wrong at  school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept the  rules and to honour and respect those older than us. We had 50 kids in  our class and we all learned to read and write, do maths [ and add up in our head] and spell  almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct  letter.

We all said prayers in school irrespective  of our religion, sang the national anthem and no one got  upset.

Staying in detention after school caught all  sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn’t  got.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish  something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

Oh yeah … And where was the antibiotics and  sterilisation kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

Never knew anybody allergic to peanuts.

We played “King of the Hill” on piles of gravel  left on vacant building sites and when we got hurt, mum pulled out the bottle of iodine and then we got our backside spanked. Now it’s a  trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of antibiotics and  then mum calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a  threat.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had  ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we  possibly have known that?

We never needed to get into group therapy and/or  anger management classes. We were obviously so duped by so many societal  ills, that we didn’t even notice that the entire country wasn’t taking  Prozac!

How did we ever survive?

Pass this to someone and  remember that life’s most simple pleasures are very often the  best.

Ah, those WERE the  days!!!!

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Author: charuzu

I live in Sydney and interests include music, piano playing, technology, cooking, English language, public speaking, Toastmasters, Asian culture (especially Japan and Korea), cinema, personal development, productivity and making friends with people from around the world.

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