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Peace seeker

Got this in my email this morning and thought i'd share it with yall. Enjoy


Thats funny. I remember growing up in a farm house with all kinds of wildlife around me. every so often i would come home with my head (or other body part) bleeding and needing few stiches. My knees and elbows were constantly covered with gauze and iodine solution. We would go snake hunting. I also remember setting my hands on fire, almost setting the barn on fire and to make a long story short i was a wild kid (along with the other kids in the neighborhood)

But i am so proud and thankfull for growing up this way. Only if todays kids could be raised in a similar way, close to nature, instead of being "stuck" in a city apt getting all their anger out in a video game machine...

peace

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Herb Ninja

Now were in the computer age, the cds and dvds. Crazy!

I'm not over 25, i'm spoiled and yet if I want to go do those things I can. Most likely though, ill just sit on my chair and type away about meaningless crap that occupies my time and keeps me going.

Thanks for sharing, although I can never truly understand, I have seen so many pictures and videos and the loads of stories and facts, I hardly feel like I missed it.

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Peace seeker

i hear you...life's a bit easier now..dont think i would want to go back to these days either ! its nice growing up in such enviroment though..u r never bored..


Like your new avatar HN

where did u find it?

Ernesto

amazing, truly amazing!!

imported_Cassius

I'm not over 25 either, but I can see a certain value in growing up like that. Very in touch with nature.

Like HerbNinja, though, I value my own childhood too much to wish it were another way. We lost things like being in touch with nature, but we gained things like the information superhighway and so many other technological advances that although the world has gotten smaller, you get to partake in more of it because it is closer.

'Sides, I have other things to get me in touch with nature. ;-)

 

LotusFlower

I played outside everyday at my grandparent's farm waaaaaay out in the country. I ran with my dog, and no matter how fast I tried to run, he was always faster.

I swang on a gate fence for hours, back and forth, in the sun, and it was awesome.

I bruised myself on the slip-n-slide, laughed beneath the oscillating water sprinkler, looked at flowers, and ripped the seat of my jeans jumping over a fence.

I got bitten by bugs that didn't carry specially named diseases, even had a tick stuck to my leg that had to be pulled off with my grandpa's tweezers.

There were 4, maybe 5 channels, total, and they all had to be adjusted BY HAND, and the tv almost always had rabbit ear antannas covered with tin foil. The cartoons were either the claymation Christian stories of Davey and his talking dog Goliath, or an old guy reading the comic section of the newspaper aloud.

When you went to an R rated movie at the theater, they actually asked you if you were 17, and if you weren't, guess what? They wouldn't let you in, and you had to deal with it.

Everyone met at the roller rinks to skate or play video games like Asteroids and Centipede.

I know it probably sounds terribly boring, but when that's all there is, how do you know you're missing anything?

It's easy to forget all that fun stuff, and it really was fun, when you have cell phones, cable and no curfew.

And I'm not that far over 25

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420rolling

I understand exactly what you're saying. I'm only 17 and was brought up for a part of my childhood in the centre of london. However for the latter part i was in Zimbabwe. Though it may have been the 90's over there it was basically the 50's so i did many of those things. I would hate to have been brought up in the city all my life. I learnt so much out there, how to take pain, something many children these days never seem to learn, how to make do when something was denied you. So many things were different, and now living back in a city, Brussels this time, i'm so glad of the experience i had. I'm surrounded by americans, in an international school, who grew up with everything they could possibly want and mothers who wouldn't let them go on a swing in case they fell off, and a large group of them have no idea what life is about. Anyway thats enough of that. If you have never been outside a city for longer than two weeks or so, take a trip when you're old enough, travel, rough it, it'll do you good. That's my advice.

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WhiteBoy

its the older generation's fault kids are raised like this, always whining and filing law suits as soon as little billy falls and hits his head.

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GreenDragon

hahaha... It doesn't take growing up in the middle of nowhere or in the wild or whatever to learn how to take pain.

zoltron

That was superb writing, & so true it's amazing! We played with
toy guns (cops & robbers) & none of us became psycho killers, I
lived in Chicago at the time & like the article said, I'd leave the
house after breakfast, disappear all day, & knew to be home when the street-lights came on...my mom didn't have to worry
that some pedophile snatched us up or we'd hop on the subway,
sneak into Wrigley Field to watch Ernie Banks, Ron Santo, etc. &
the rest of the Cubbies...what a great era that was. My childhood
was pop took the train to work, mom stayed home cooking &
cleaning (& not trying to 'find herself') because she wanted to take care of the family, which didn't make her feel 'inadequate'...
kids from 1 block would take on kids from another block in what-
ever game we happened to make-up...that show 'Wonder Years'
was pretty much 'on the money' on how things were (especially
the 'old man')...I am really glad I'm not a kid nowadays, as they
are missing out on 'using their imagination' to entertain them-
selves...we had 3 channels (ABC, NBC, CBS) & that was it...if the
President was making a speech, we were screwed. When my dad
played his jazz on the record player, you better be careful you
didn't jump around & make the record skip...anyway, thanks bro,
that was a nice stroll down 'the lane'...but like you said, I wouldn't
want to go do it all over again! Oh yeah, White Boy, you don't
have a clue what you're talking about...yeah, blame everyone
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