Forwarding an old mail the contents of which are true whenever we read it.
How did one survive
growing up in the 80's and 90's?
We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was
a treat…
Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours…
No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops…
Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze… as safety locks were unheard off…
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 even 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 bloody
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, sweet sugary
drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.
And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had
a swag 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, 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
went around the back…
We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards…
We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and
nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, 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…
Are YOU from that generation?? If that's the case, email this to all your
friends from the same era…
Maybe this message will help them forget the stress that surrounds us these
days….and just for a few moments puts a smile to their faces as they remember
what life was really like in the good old days…… Don't you think they
were GREAT DAYS.....I sure think so.
I Just can't stop smiling,Am sure U will have the same ..................
SMILE. HAVE A GREAT DAY!
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