I cannot take credit for this...
But thanks to CoachRick for forwarding this to me....
He cannot take credit either, but he did forward it...
It is just too funny not to share...
So I am sharing...
Adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were:
When I was growing up...
I had to walking twenty-five miles to school every morning....
Uphill...
Barefoot...
BOTH ways...
Yadda, yadda, yadda
And I remember promising myself....
When I grow up, there is no way in hell I am going to lay a bunch of crap like this on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!
But now that I'm over the ripe old age of ....
I cannot help but look around and notice the youth of today.
And I have to say...
You've got it so easy!
Compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!
When I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!
There was no email!! I had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then I had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there!
Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends had permission to kick our ass, too! Nowhere was safe!
There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If I wanted to steal music, I had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it myself!
Or I had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and eff it all up!
There were no CD players! I had a tape deck in my first car. I'd play my favorite tape and then try to eject it; try being the key word, because most of the time the tape would come all undone and that was the last time I heard that song for awhile...
I never had Call Waiting either! If I was on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, end of story!
There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If I left the house, I just didn't make a damn call or receive one. Out of the house meant out of touch...with everyone....
And Caller ID had not been not invented yet! When the phone rang, we had no idea who it was! It could be our school, our parents, our boss, our bookie, our drug dealer, the collection agent. We just had to pick it up and take our chances...
We had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! We were screwed when it came to channel surfing! We had to get off our ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!!
There was no Cartoon Network either! We could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-bastards!
And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove!
My parents told me to stay outside and play... all day long. And if I came back inside I was doing chores - lots of chores!
And car seats....Oh, please! Mom threw us in the back seat and we hung on. If we were lucky, we got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last second if Mom had to stop too fast; and if our head hit the dashboard, well that was our own fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place!
Thanks again CoachRick....
For helping me remind our kids just how good they have it....
5 comments:
I remember going everywhere stretched out in that area beneath the big back glass.
Until a quick stop would transport me past the backseat and into the back floor board.
Good times:)
Ha, I really like this.
"Writes Phillipia..." has been included in this weeks A Sunday Drive. I hope this helps to attract even more new visitors here.
http://asthecrackerheadcrumbles.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-drive.html
P.S.: I am sorry for the late notice. I got side-tracked, and I just got reminded of what I had failed to do it earlier.
Thank you, FishHawk! Much appreciated:)
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