yeah. the 1960's where great. hey, if your bone or bones are not sticking out, blood is not gushing out and all of your "parts' SEEM IN THE RIGHT PLACE. you fine, walk it off. worse comes to worse, you got the red hellfire shit put on you. GOD, that seem worse than the thing that hurt you in the first place ! it was a life that kids in the past 20-30 years will never know or understand. sunscreen ? helmets ? WTF are they ? spend the whole day in the woods and if there was a creek there, your day was full. only coming home when sun started to set. and as you got older, you get a old beater of a "ride" and work on it to get it to run. Dad even trusted you with "his tools". figuring out how to change a clutch and putting it all back together again, yeah. todays kids have no idea what they are missing. looking back it easy to understand why kids today don't have clue about most things. they never got the chances that we had.
It was a great wide open world. Nothing was off limits, (within moral Christian terms, 98% or so, but you where free, so rebellion was a very low priority, until "Authority" in some ugly demonistic form attempted to rule over your actions because it thought itself superior, that is, even as kids, we knew in a heartbeat who was good who was bad, seriously, cause "Authority" stuck out big time, it was in a word unacceptable, yet good authority was well, good, cause we held ourselves accountable, pretty much most did, a bast majority did, and authority had ways to help you be a healthy adult, say for instance the BoyScouts, 4H, YMCA camps, you refined your sense of Prudence, learned sense of self in the larger world and cooperation, love too, but learned to fight when it was a moral and a duty imperative.), we had Prudence in abundance, the simple moral accountability for your actions, it never entered our minds to blame other on our actions, you took your lumps like a man, and woman, it was a beautiful free world. Key word: Was. That is no accident and it is not moral, nor is prudence, nor one's consent in particular, one's Sovereign nature under God, to even be thought about or practiced, what horrors! It is worse, it is called the victim stance, and it is a very strong one, thats a horror right there.
I am never forgetful of the savings grace and prudence that time gave me. I am not alone by no means either. I know that, regardless of the matrix they created.
Yeah, just turned 71. The ridiculous shenanigans of childhood that were just standard operating procedure back then versus the Sit still and poke buttons lifestyle of most kids today ??? When was the last time you saw a few kids on bicycles? Playing football in a front yard? We used to climb young pine trees, get a few feet from the top,throw our feet out to one side and ride it down. I quit that when one snapped while I was still quite a ways up. Ramps,bicycles, who flies the farthest? Bored? I never knew what the word meant.
Do boys still rough house and wrassel? Make your own go karts with roller skates and go down steep hills? Make boats and forts out whatever you can find? Float on a lake with an old mattress you found? Go target shooting with a .22 with your friends? Blow up plastic models with fire crackers? I'll take that over cell phones anyday.
We used to shoot arrows as straight up as we could, then panic when we lost sight of them, running in all directions. We would shoot 22's up and wait to see if we could hear them when they fell back. Never did. Other kids I knew would have bb gun fights, no one lost an eye but there were some near misses.
Early seventies, hand me down bike (one speed...) with a coaster brake (the younger set may have to look that one up). Coming into the barnyard way too fast, not enough brake or traction on the gravel to stop so low side it under the electric fence. No helmet, no pads, no regrets.
Not to be argumentative, but the 60s and the 70s were the same. Absolutely WONDERFUL!!!!
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and the 50’s! born in ‘51. no limits on my travels even then. home by 6pm for dinner or catch hell!
DeleteStrangely enough those were the greatest decades for popular music.
DeleteYep, be home when the streetlights come on.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas!!!
ReplyDeleteGrowing up in the 80's? You're still youngsters. Try the 60's.
ReplyDeleteThe 60s through the 80s were NOT for pussies.
ReplyDeleteUs 60s and 70s kids were hell of a lot tougher by far, 80 kids were starting to get helicopter parents and the safety nazis were getting spooled up.
ReplyDeleteyeah. the 1960's where great. hey, if your bone or bones are not sticking out, blood is not gushing out and all of your "parts' SEEM IN THE RIGHT PLACE. you fine, walk it off. worse comes to worse, you got the red hellfire shit put on you.
ReplyDeleteGOD, that seem worse than the thing that hurt you in the first place ! it was a life that kids in the past 20-30 years will never know or understand. sunscreen ? helmets ? WTF are they ? spend the whole day in the woods and if there was a creek there, your day was full. only coming home when sun started to set.
and as you got older, you get a old beater of a "ride" and work on it to get it to run. Dad even trusted you with "his tools". figuring out how to change a clutch and putting it all back together again, yeah. todays kids have no idea what they are missing. looking back it easy to understand why kids today don't have clue about most things.
they never got the chances that we had.
It was a great wide open world. Nothing was off limits, (within moral Christian terms, 98% or so, but you where free, so rebellion was a very low priority, until "Authority" in some ugly demonistic form attempted to rule over your actions because it thought itself superior, that is, even as kids, we knew in a heartbeat who was good who was bad, seriously, cause "Authority" stuck out big time, it was in a word unacceptable, yet good authority was well, good, cause we held ourselves accountable, pretty much most did, a bast majority did, and authority had ways to help you be a healthy adult, say for instance the BoyScouts, 4H, YMCA camps, you refined your sense of Prudence, learned sense of self in the larger world and cooperation, love too, but learned to fight when it was a moral and a duty imperative.), we had Prudence in abundance, the simple moral accountability for your actions, it never entered our minds to blame other on our actions, you took your lumps like a man, and woman, it was a beautiful free world. Key word: Was.
ReplyDeleteThat is no accident and it is not moral, nor is prudence, nor one's consent in particular, one's Sovereign nature under God, to even be thought about or practiced, what horrors! It is worse, it is called the victim stance, and it is a very strong one, thats a horror right there.
I am never forgetful of the savings grace and prudence that time gave me. I am not alone by no means either. I know that, regardless of the matrix they created.
COULD I survive it?
ReplyDeleteOh, HELL YES!
I DID survive it. And here I am, over 70 solar orbits later, hale, hearty, and healthy.
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Yeah, just turned 71. The ridiculous shenanigans of childhood that were just standard operating procedure back then versus the Sit still and poke buttons lifestyle of most kids today ??? When was the last time you saw a few kids on bicycles? Playing football in a front yard? We used to climb young pine trees, get a few feet from the top,throw our feet out to one side and ride it down. I quit that when one snapped while I was still quite a ways up. Ramps,bicycles, who flies the farthest? Bored? I never knew what the word meant.
ReplyDeleteDo boys still rough house and wrassel? Make your own go karts with roller skates and go down steep hills? Make boats and forts out whatever you can find? Float on a lake with an old mattress you found? Go target shooting with a .22 with your friends? Blow up plastic models with fire crackers? I'll take that over cell phones anyday.
ReplyDeleteSo much freedom has been taken away.
ReplyDeleteThe eighties? Nah, kids were already being pussified by their parents by then. The sixties was where it's at.
ReplyDeleteWe used to shoot arrows as straight up as we could, then panic when we lost sight of them, running in all directions. We would shoot 22's up and wait to see if we could hear them when they fell back. Never did. Other kids I knew would have bb gun fights, no one lost an eye but there were some near misses.
ReplyDeleteEarly seventies, hand me down bike (one speed...) with a coaster brake (the younger set may have to look that one up). Coming into the barnyard way too fast, not enough brake or traction on the gravel to stop so low side it under the electric fence. No helmet, no pads, no regrets.
ReplyDeleteKids today would only whine and cry at the stuff we used to do as kids in the 60's. 70's and 80's.
ReplyDeleteThe late 70's & early 80's were great times! I'm just wonder if that was because I was young?
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