Came across this post on Facebook:


This is an open letter to all of the kids who managed to survive the 50s, 60s and 70s!

Somehow, by some miracle, we survived being born to mothers who didn’t dodge clouds of second hand smoke, simply because no one said that was required.

While expecting, they took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

When we were born, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints. Somehow, we survived!

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes…Though sometimes we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads
On Sunday our moms forced us to wear uncomfortable clothes to go to church and we had absolutely NO SAY in the matter.

As infants and children, we would ride in cars with no car seats. No booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes. Riding in the back of a pick-up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose, and not from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. Twinkies, ding dongs, and Kool-aid made with REAL white sugar. And we weren’t overweight. WHY?

Because we were always outside playing, that’s why!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day…no cell phones! And you know what?

We were okay.

We did not have Play stations, Nintendo’s and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s! Something as simple as going out for ice cream was an event.

No cell phones, No personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms. WE HAD FRIENDS! When we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law or got in trouble in school was UNHEARD of…They actually typically sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best INVENTORS, RISK-TAKERS AND ARTISTS…ever!

If YOU are one of them?


Thank you Brooklyn for giving me the street smarts and making me the person I am today.