My curfew was the street lights and mom didn't call my cell, she yelled "time to come in". I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn't eat what my mom made me then I didn't eat. Hand sanitizer didn't exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap, and your butt spanked. Repost if you drank water out of a hose and survived
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Maybe I just wasn't the kind of kid who needed the soap treatment. I didn't swear much, because the parental (particularly the paternal) disapprobation was worse than any other punishment.
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On the other hand, tonight I saw a news story about a local school that's been having a pest problem. The anchor solemnly said it was infected withcockroaches. *eyeroll* I'm pretty sure she *meant* 'infested'.
Then a mother of one of the students was interviewed. She was upset because the children were eating in a cafeteria tent set up on the grounds, and the food, which was being brought in from an uncontaminated facility, was cold. "That's not right!" she said. "I send them there so they can get a good hot meal!"
Gee, silly me. I thought you sent them there to get an education. If that's the kind of example the adults are setting, no wonder kids keep getting dumber.*
* Not all of them, but an swful lot of them, it seems like.
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My mom was fine about me reading; I had ALL the Bobbsey Twin books, a great many of Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden and the Three Investigators. My dad, on the other hand, once became so enraged by me reading at the dinner table that he grabbed the book and tore it in half. What made it worse was, it was a school library book. Thereafter, I checked to make sure he wasn't around before I accompanied a meal with a book.
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