There is an interesting status that has been circulating on social media for some time now and it’s about people born in the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and 80’s, before technology took over and completely consumed our lives.
Longing for the past is not always pointless dreaming; it can also be a real elixir that in difficult moments offers emotional relief. In such cases, it’s not just about romanticizing and idolizing times long gone, but it’s also about the fact that once life used to be a bit more intimate, cohesive and simpler.
“To all children who were born in and survived the 1950’s, 60’s, 70’s and 80’s!
First, we were born normal and survived, even though our mothers during their pregnancies took aspirin, ate canned food, worked to the day they were due to deliver and had never been tested for diabetes.
At the time, there weren’t warning labels like “Keep out of the reach of children” on the pill bottles, and doors, cabinets and staircases didn’t present life threat .
As children, we would ride the car with no seat belt on and an air bag to keep us safe and we didn’t use to wear helmets when biking or skating …
We drank water from the garden hose, and not from a bottle purchased in a large supermarket.
We shared a bottle of Cola with our friends and no one died because of it …
We ate ice cream, white bread and real butter and we drank soft drinks, which then too were full of sugar, but we were not overweight because we were always outside playing …
We used to go out in the morning and have fun all day long; we would play everything from ‘hide and seek’, ‘border patrol’, ‘kick the can’ to ‘hopscotch’, ‘tag’ and everything else that our wild imagination could think of, until the street lights turned on. Often, our parents could find us the all day, so a slap here and there was part of educating and raising us, but it wasn’t violent, it wasn’t domestic abuse.
We were carefree; we didn’t have any problems.
We spent all day making ‘skateboards’ from scrap wood we had found in our basements or sheds, then we would roll down the street, forgetting that we had no brakes. So, after a couple of falls, broken fingers and bruises, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have imaginary friends. We didn’t ADD our friends, we MADE FRIENDS!
We had no problems concentrating at school.
We weren’t diagnosed with hyperactivity. We did not have psychologists and psychiatrists, and we still finished school on time. We didn’t sell drugs in front of the schools, but we also didn’t have PlayStation, Nintendo, X-Box, video games, or 500 TV Channels, mobile phones, computers, internet, chat …
We had friends and we hung out with them!
We used to fall of trees, cut on glass or even break a bone here and there, but our parents never sued anybody because of it. We played with ‘bows and arrows’, built snow fortresses, read piles of comic books and all we felt safe and carefree!
We would ride our bikes or go on foot to our friend’s house and simply run inside, without knocking. We were anxious to get and be together.
When we got in trouble with the law, our parents didn’t hurry to bail us out. In fact, they were often stricter than the law itself just to teach us a lesson!
The last 50 years were the most fruitful years in the history of the world. Our generations gave the best innovators and scientists to this day. We had freedom,success and responsibility, and most importantly, we had the right to error. And we have learned to live with it!
Do you belong among the people born during the period between the 50’s and 80’s?
Congratulations! You might want to share this with others who have been lucky enough to grow up as real kids, before the lawyers, the state and the government began dictating us how to live!
You might want to send this message to your children too so they can see and understand the way their parents were brought up!
I raise my glass to you, people from my generation! Each of us is an angel with only one wing, and we can only fly when embraced! “
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