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Rob B
08-Apr-2005, 11:21
Subject: FOR THOSE BORN BEFORE 1986



According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 60's, 70's and early 80's probably shouldn't have survived, because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.



When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags - riding in the passenger seat was a treat.



We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted the same.



We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy juice with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.



We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no-one actually died from this.



We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.



We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded.



We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no DVDs, no Internet chat rooms.



We had friends - we went outside and found them.



We played elastics and rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt!



We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no law suits.



We had full on fist fights but no prosecution followed from other parents.



We played chap-the-door-run-away and were actually afraid of the owners catching us.



We walked to friends' homes.



We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.



We made up games with sticks and tennis balls.



We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood.



The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of...They actually sided with the law.



This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.



And you're one of them. Congratulations!



Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.



For those of you who aren't old enough thought you might like to read about us.



This my friends, is surprisingly frightening......and it might put a smile on your face:



The majority of students in universities today were born in 1986........They are called youth.



They have never heard of ‘We are the World, We are the children’, and the ‘Uptown Girl’ they know is by Westlife not Billy Joel. They have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Nena Cherry or Belinda Carlisle.



For them, there has always been only one Germany and one Vietnam.



AIDS has existed since they were born. CD's have existed since they were born.



Michael Jackson has always been white.



To them John Travolta has always been round in shape and they can't imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance.



They believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are films from last year.



They can never imagine life before computers.



They'll never have pretended to be the A Team, RedHand Gang or the Famous Five.



They'll never have applied to be on Jim'll Fix It or Why Don't You.



They can't believe a black and white television ever existed. And they will never understand how we could leave the house without a mobile phone.



Now let's check if we're getting old...



1. You understand what was written above and you smile.



2. You need to sleep more, usually until the afternoon, after a night out.



3. Your friends are getting married/already married.



4. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably with computers.



5. When you see teenagers with mobile phones, you shake your head.



6. You remember watching Dirty Den in EastEnders the first time around and you know who shot JR.



7. You meet your friends from time to time, talking about the good Old days, repeating again all the funny things you have experienced together.



8. Having read this mail, you are thinking of forwarding it to some

clockwork orange
08-Apr-2005, 11:27
Ain't that the truth - ah, for the good old days....;)

[Edited on 8-4-2005 by clockwork orange]

revdecal
08-Apr-2005, 11:30
Needed that!

Reminds you of a better time. You have to admit to getting old when you start worrying about the direction the kids of today are heading.....and im only 31!!

I actually had a group of 15yr olds square up to me in the shop the other day!
Its only because i've been around enough to call their bluff that they buggered off, but could you imagine doing that to a grown man when you were that age?:puzzled:

dave w
08-Apr-2005, 11:43
Excellent post Rob.... How true :o The good old days.... Not sure if i would like to go back :smug: Just worries me whats it going to be like in another 20 years..... Scary !

Rob B
08-Apr-2005, 11:55
Yep, I ws thinking something similar at the end of the Conservatives last reign in Government. There where all these new Labour lovers who had been in short trousers the last time Labour had been in power. Not saying it was right or wrong, but they had grown up with Con's in the hot seat, and had never known a different situation. Hard to belive what your kids are going to see whan they leave school.

Are you going to Thruxton?

dave w
08-Apr-2005, 12:01
Are you going to Thruxton? [/quote]

There are a handful us going up on bikes.... most will be 2 up :( Meeting some boys from crescents at Bere Regis roundabout at 9.00.... Tart 2 is going and Dunken on the TL.... your more then welcome ;)

[Edited on 8-4-2005 by dave w]

Rob B
08-Apr-2005, 12:46
What time at BR?

Harv748
08-Apr-2005, 12:57
'We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood.':D

Been there...done that!!!

I'm with DaveW on this though...what I find really scarey is that the youth of today seem to have gone on a fast downward spiral in the last 15-20 years...we think things are getting a bit out of hand now...whats it going to be like in another 20:puzzled:

I know things always look better in retrospect...but I wouldn't want to be briging up kids in this day and age...I'd be paranoid everytime they left the house!

And whats even more worrying is that the powers that be really don't seem to give a ****!!!

chris.p
08-Apr-2005, 14:44
That brought back dusty old memories:cool:


Chris:burn:

dave w
08-Apr-2005, 15:30
Originally posted by rob41b
What time at BR?

Rob.... 9.00 sharp at the shell station ;)

weeveetwin
08-Apr-2005, 15:51
I'm a driving instructor, so I'm 'at the coal face' so to speak when it comes to working in close proximity with 17yr olds. Here's a couple of examples..

A young girl (a history student, no less) got into my car about a month ago, after having been at Uni all that morning studying how the Nazis had come into power in Germany. I soon turned the talk towards the Holocaust.

"What's the Holocaust?" says she.
"What was the Holocaust?" says I. "Are you serious?" She stared at me blankly. She'd never even heard of it.
After explaining to her how the Jews were rounded up and gassed in large numbers during the war, she shook her head in disbelief. No! Surely not! How could that happen?
"Have you never heard of Belsen?" says I. "Auschwitz? Dachau?"
"No! Never."
And so it went. I don't know who was most in disbelief - her in hearing the story for the first time, or me in relating it.

Another..
On the day the Pope died, I said to a young girl who'd just got into my car;
"I see the Pope has just been given the Last Rites."
"The Pope? Who's that?"says she.
"Who's the Pope?" says I. "Are you serious?" She stared at me blankly.

(A-Level students, both of 'em, and the foregoing is absolutely true. God help us!)

[Edited on 8-4-2005 by weeveetwin]

Glyn
08-Apr-2005, 16:21
the one that bothers me is the smacking!
as i grew up i got punished when i was naughty.
if i was very naughty i got smacked
if i was really bad i got a right good belt an all.
my mum might not even speak to me for a day or so
i don't think i was hard done by thats just how it was.

now parent's dont disapline in the same way, if your naughty you sit on the naughty step. you might even get a toy or video game confiscated!!

in the big scheme of things the human race has been bringing up their offspring in the way that seems natural to them or from the experiances of there own childhood since we lived in the trees. sudenly it's wrong to smack.
i wonder what this generation will grow up like?
they might be the greatest ever but some how im not convinced



p.s my missis asked me if the pope's son would now be pope!!:(

sparkin
08-Apr-2005, 16:52
U saw that on the UKMOC site a year or two back and wished I`d saved it,glad you posted it here Rob:)

Jon
08-Apr-2005, 19:59
Any of you remember the time when your Mom done the washing in a open top washer, before the days of automatics. Them wooden tweezer thingys that she used to grab the hot cloths. Thats what she used to belt me with if I naughtey. I think I was twenty three the last time she used em on me.:D