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ONLY Read this if your were born in the 40's 50's or 60's

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posted on Feb, 11 2012 @ 11:29 PM

Originally posted by mnmcandiez
I'm SO glad I was born in the 90's. Long after the civil rights movement and women's suffrage. I was born into the age of the beginning of the internet/computers. The free flow of information at your fingertips.

I still want the OP to answer me about

"What's wrong with boys wearing an earring?"


"Who cares what people name their kids?"

edit on 2/3/2012 by mnmcandiez because: (no reason given)

But Blanket, you don't understand. Back in the good old days, people had normal names.

And often the same name. For instance, if your name was Rick, like me, you would have a best friend named Rick, go to a bar, meet another of your friends named Rick, and then another Rick would come in and join you.

Then if you met someone, it would easy to remember your names.

"Hi, I'm Rick, and this is Rick, Rick, Rick and Rick."
"What is this a convention?"

Or else it would be, Hi Mark, have you met Mathew? This is Luke and this is John.
"This is Steve"
"Hi Mathew Mark Luke and John."

If you walked into a bar and yelled Hey Steve! at least 4 people would turn around and say what?

In Class you had a last initial.

If you had a foreign name that no one could pronounce, God help you. You were getting the crap beat out of you at recess for sure or "Meet me at the bike rack after school"

posted on Feb, 11 2012 @ 11:49 PM
But you know what was the best? Besides family values and church on Sunday, was Christmas.

Christmas, if you were like me. you would be upstairs in your room, and downstairs, your dad would be drunk out of his mind, wearing the lamp shade on his head, because that was what people did at parties in HIS generation, giving his friends trick drinking glasses that spilled down their shirts, with polka music going full blast, and bang crash, there goes the tree, again.

You see if you think we were bad, our parents were worst. They were drunk like 80 percent of the time.

My dad had a gas station, and it had a little back room, and during the day, everyone went into that little back room, including the detectives from the area, and few came out of there walking straight.
Oh, there he goes again with the spring from a big truck, gonna bend it over his fat belly for his friends.

Oh, there is one who can barely walk, and now has to drive home.
"Just leave the window open, and you will be alright."

And the cars?

The day he got hit by a drunk driver in a dump truck, he was driving a brand new baby blue Cadillac convertible, with the big fins coming out the back. 6 miles to the gallon, so that was gonna cost about 8 bucks to fill up.
29 cents a gallon, whatever that works out to.

But we went places. We were always going places. Mind you I often had to wait in the car.
But you know, we were free. We were free and we felt free.
"There's those darn kids bumper hitching again"

When there was snow on the road, we would sneak up at intersections, and grab the bumper and ride down the block.
Road hockey, football on the street, "CAR!" that meant you had to move the nets.
Don't even talk about Halloween.
Eggs, and firecrackers, and eggs with firecrackers in them, and rotten eggs in the milk door, and burning paper bags on the front step and raiding the neighbors garden.
And playing kick the can.
And milk was delivered, and bread, and yes, even chips. My buddy down the street, had the Hostess chip guy delivering chips to them.
I was so jealous.
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posted on Feb, 12 2012 @ 01:50 PM
I forgot to tell you the most important difference of all.

"Let me see if I am reading you correctly, you want me, to what???! Pick up that dog poo, and put it in a plastic bag, and put it in my pocket???!!!! Where's my gun"

posted on Feb, 12 2012 @ 02:11 PM
Thanks for all of the great memories..

Do any of you remember the 5 and dime store?

We used to go in with our 10 cent allowance and get bags full of army men,

or cowboys and Indians...

the kind with the flat spot on the feet so they would stand up...

and take the 2 cent change and buy firemen's hats or Swedish fish...

I sure do miss those days..

here is a link to retro candy.....ahh yea......

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