Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have. :)
As children we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special
treat.
Our baby cribs were painted with bright colored lead based paint. We
often chewed on the crib, ingesting the paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our
bikes we had no helmets. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We
would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to
find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times we learned to
solve the problem.
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.
We played dodgeball and sometimes the ball would really hurt. We ate
cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda, but we were never over
weight; we were always outside playing.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to
deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others or didn't work hard so
they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade.
That generation produced some of the greatest risk-takers and problem solvers. We had the
freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
~author unknown
I recall I had a Model A pickup (removed the
rumble seat and added a wooden truck bed)
Busse Clarence Kille was riding in the back, when we left Pages
store I popped the clutch to dig out and Busse flipped out on his head,
lucky it didnt kill him, soon after he joined the paratroopers
with Danny Burger so he must have been off in the head.