A different world from when I was raised...

[Zombie Steve]

If we got in a fight in elementary school, our principal would make us stand in his office with our feet behind a tape line on the floor, hands behind our backs and leaning against the wall on our noses. Then at recess or after school (whichever came first), we'd go out to the playground and he'd put the boxing gloves on us. "Round One!" We went as many rounds as it took to get it out of our systems. One way or another, it ended there. You'd never have a problem with that kid again.

A principal would probably be hung for such behavior these days.


What happend when you were young that would give people fits today?

[TomZ]

Most boys carried pocket knives, even to school. Now the kid would be suspended for the school year.

If you misbehaved at your friend's house, his mom might smack you. Then your mom would smack you again. Now your mom would sue.

We were allowed to roam the neighborhood, unsupervised. We had to be home 10 minutes after the streetlights came on. Today, alone, unsupervised? No way!

We did odd jobs for pocket money. Cut grass, shoveled snow, collected newspapers, scrounged up deposit bottles (remember what a score a big bottle was, 5 cents!!!), raked leaves. Kids work today for money? HA!

In grade school you would never kiss a girl, but if dared to, you might. Now, sexual harassment, suspension for the school year.

We put baseball cards on our bikes with clothespins (remember them?) to make noise against the spokes. Now they go in sleeves and held as units or currency.

[ipfreely123]

Everything. We live in a pussified society.


If I talked back to my dad I got a backhand across the face and I deserved it most times.

With my mom I got a wooden spoon across the butt.

I remember one time when I was giving my mom a hard time, she threatened me with the spoon. I kept egging her on.

Ya I know, I was a little ****.

She went to hit me with the spoon and it broke. We both instantly started laughing. We still laugh about it to this day.


If my parents did that kind of thing today they would end up getting arrested.

[Zombie Steve]

I remember our entire baseball team piling into the back of the coach's pickup truck and heading down the interstate to go see the college world series (we finished first that year).

Also - I brought my dad's Sears & Roebuck .22 to Junior High so we could shoot frogs at the creek behind the school after it let out. The only thing ever said to me was "Put it in your locker and don't mess around with it." (this was the early 80's, albeit in rural Nebraska).

How did we ever survive?

[ipfreely123]

What about all the years of riding bikes without helmets, elbow pads, knee pads, and a million other types of pads?

My God, what were we thinking? What were our parents thinking letting us risk our lies like that? We should sue them.

[TomZ]

Mom used to beat me with the yardstick. Not the flimsy white wood ones of today, the good old-fashioned oak ones with the metal ends. She'd tell me to lie across my bed, then s-l-o-w-l-y walk into my room. Swoosh! Up it went. Then a l-o-n-g pause. Then CRACK! Right across the butt. It didn't even hurt (for a millisecond or two). Then she'd wear my ass out.

One time I broke the yardstick into three pieces. She taped them together and beat me. Another time I told her she couldn't catch me. She chased me up the street flailing away on my butt, yelling "Get back here you little *&$#"

Mom didn't mess around. 4' 11 3/4 ", all of them tough.

Oh yah, I deserved every whooping.

[Zombie Steve]

My dad handed me his pocketknife and told me to go cut my own switch from the willow tree out back. This would take awhile. "Nope... bigger. Try again".

After that, he never had to say a word... he would just take out his pocket knife, and I'd get the message. :supergrin:

[Targettarget]

Society is ****ed. I'm seriously preparing for zombies.

No, honestly. I am.

:)

[ipfreely123]

Society is ****ed. I'm seriously preparing for zombies.

No, honestly. I am.

:)

Ready and waiting. Who knows it could be fun. :dunno:

[G33]

Zombies would be an improvement on Dems.
:rofl:

[TomZ]

Zombies would be an improvement on Dems.
:rofl:

<------- (Plans on cutting his Rem 870 barrel down today, for contingencies)

[ipfreely123]

Zombies thinning the heard might not be such a bad thing. Just think how therapeutic it would be to see someone you disliked when they were alive and get to shoot them now that they are a zombie.

It would also solve the health care crisis and pretty much every other crisis, well, with the exception of the zombie crisis. We can fix that though.

[aomagrat]

I got paddled by the football coach for cutting up during practice.

These days the football coach would be more likely to molest a student that paddle one.

[okie]

We live in a **** hole for sure:crying:

[Unlocked]

We had an 8th grade teacher that asked us to take some boxes over to the high school. (3 or 4 hundred yards from the junior high) She told us to pile them in her Cadillac and then she just gave us her keys and said to get back before the bell rang. She just gave a bunch of 13 year old boys the keys to her car and half an hour to play in the parking lot. She was one hip old bird.

[ander]

back in the 50s ,i told my mom NO and ran from her. when she caught me, she had a willow switch.i was waring shorts and did not know i had ran that far. IT WAS A LOONG WAY HOME. i never did it again,

[USMCSergeant]

I'm only 27, and never experience a lot of the above with schools and such. However, my dad was an old school type of parent. He wouldn't hesitate to spank me, or in some cases, knock the taste out of my mouth. He was very strict on me and I was envious of my cousins and how slack their parents were. Now that I'm older I realize what good this did for me. Most of my cousins are on drugs, in and out of jail, or think they're gangsters..etc etc. If not for my dad keeping me in line I would have ended up the same way.

My dad was born in Germany while my grandfather was active duty army. My grandfather was one tough SOB that demanded respect. My dad is a chip of the old block and I appreciate it every day. I only hope to be as good of father to my own little boy.