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Ira,
I see this as a bit over the top, but
with some interesting points. On the other hand, there is a built in bias
in that this is coming from a survivor. Those who were harmed or didn't
make it such as via no seat belts aren't writing. Also, seems this
person incurred quite a bit more physical punishment than I ever did.
Acting goofy was never a cause for corporal punishment in our house. On
the other hand, breaking one of the 10 Commandments was. The liberal
application of corporal disciplilne below argues in favor of more
current philosophies.
Regards,
Norman
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Sent: Friday, February 07, 2003 10:42
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Subject: [RT] Off subject
I received this in my email and I wonder how many
others are old enough to remember what some of us call the good old
days. Did the boomers cause all of our
current problems?
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TYPE="CITE">>>Subject: Looking back...>>Date: Tue, 14 Jan
2003 16:31:15 EST>>>>Looking back, it's hard to believe
that we have lived as long as we have.>>>>My Mom used to
cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same>>cutting board
with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to >>get
food poisoning. My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used
to eat it raw sometimes too, but I can't remember getting E-coli. As
children we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the
back ofa pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. Our baby
cribs, toys and rooms 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 leave home in the morning and playall day, as
long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one wasable to
reach us all day.We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would
really hurt.We played with toy guns, cowboys and Indians, army, cops and
robbers, and used our fingers to simulate guns when the toy ones or my BB
gunwas not available. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar
soda,but we were never overweight; we were always outside playing.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who
didn't had to learn to dealwith disappointment.Some students weren't
as smart as others or didn't work hard so they failed agrade 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.Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead
ofa pristine pool (talk about boring).The term cell phone would have
conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA
system.We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a
pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training
athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I
can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they
tell us how much safer we are now.Flunking gym was not an option... even
for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.Every year,
someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls with
leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off
would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school
system.Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the pledge and
staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention for
out the next two weeks. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.I
can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14-year-olds an abortion or
condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us
a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles.
What an archaic health system we had then.Remember school nurses? Ours
wore a regulation cap and everything.I just can't recall how bored we were
without computers, PlayStation,Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital cable
stations. I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalizethrough
the denial of the dangers thatcould have befallen us as we trekked off each
day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant lot, built forts out of
branches and pieces of plywood,made trails, and fought over who got to be
the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play
onthat lot?He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence
around the property,complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared
intruder alarm.Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization
kit when Igot that bee sting? I could have been killed!We played king of
the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we
got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome and then
we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by
a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney
to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it
was such a threat.We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either
because if we did, we got our butt spanked (physical abuse) here too ... and
then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.Kids choked down the
dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks (remember why
Tonka trucks were made tough... it wasn't so that they could take the rough
Berber in the family room).Our music had to be left inside when we went
out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of
times when we went on two-week vacations. I should probably sue the folks
now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the
family tent. Summers were spent behind the push lawnmower and I didn't even
know that mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an
automatic blade-stop or an auto-drive. How sick were my parents? Of course
my parents weren't the only psychos.I recall Donny Reynolds from
next-door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he
fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house?
Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a
neighborhood run amuck.To top it off, not a single person I knew had
ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we
possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger
management classes?We were obviously so duped by so many social ills,
that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking
Prozac!How did we survive?To
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