|Nostalgic memories of those ‘good old days’ – world has changed and we also changed for the world !!!
Are you missing those days? Sometimes I do
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How did one survive growing up in the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s?
We had no seatbelts, no airbags..
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 bicycles even when the brakes failed going
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 bicycle.
We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other….
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, fruits..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
swig 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, 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 backdoor…
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…
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……