How Did We Survive? Rant-of-the-Week
Doctor on TV recently (Norman Swan on ABC) told us that we needed children to play in the dirt with their dogs and cats and be allowed to build up some immunity! Well, bugger me! Who would have thought Gosh, those were the days. Mum used to cut chicken, chop eggs, and spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach. For some strange reason, we didn't seem to get food poisoning. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag and not in an ice pack cooler. For the life of me, I can't ever remember getting E.coli. Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the creek, the lake, or the beach. Pristine chlorinated pools were at the YMCA. We had no idea of beach closures in those days. Everyone took Physical Education. We risked permanent injury with a pair of regular running shoes. Cross-training athletic shoes had not been invented. I can't recall any injuries, but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
We got the strap for doing something wrong at school. They used to call it discipline, yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honour and respect those older than us. We had at least 40 kids in our class, and somehow, we all learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct letter. FUNNY EH! We all said prayers in school, irrespective of our religion, and sang the national anthem. No one got upset. Staying in detention after school netted us all sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn't got. And we all knew we had to accomplish something before we were allowed to be proud of ourselves.
Sometimes we played on losing teams. We learned about winning and losing. I just can't recall being bored. We were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box, or 270 digital TV cable stations. We used to swim naked in the creek and dive into the water by climbing trees. Oh yeah ... And where were the antibiotics and sterilisation kit when I got that bee sting? Gawd, I could have been killed! We played "King of the Castle" on piles of gravel left on vacant building sites, and when we got hurt, mum pulled out the trusty bottle of iodine, and then we got our backside spanked. Today it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of antibiotics and then mum calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that? We never needed to get into group therapy and/or anger management classes. We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How in Hell did we ever survive?
HERE IS TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T, I’M SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULD NOT TRADE MY GROWING-UP YEARS FOR ANYTHING!
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