No idea who wrote this, but it sure rings true for me...even though I wasn't born before 1970 but in the 70's.
Running with Scissors
If you were born before 1970, we’ll call you, a survivor. Chances are you were born to mothers who smoked, and drank, ate blue cheese, and the first years of your life, were more than likely spent, in a hand me down crib, spruced up with colorful lead paint.
We had no childproof lids on our medicine bottles, no childproof cabinets, outlets or doorknobs. Our automobiles had no seatbelts, or air bags, and riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm summer day, was a special treat.
We drank water from a garden hose, not from a bottle, we shared a soft drink with four of our friends all from the same bottle, and no one died. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren’t over weight because, we were always outside playing.
We’d leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back, when the streetlights came on. We’d spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps from the woodpile, then ride down hill only to find out we forgot the brakes. No one was able to reach us all day, and that was ok.
We didn’t have Playstation, Nintendo, X-box, and 99 channels on cable T.V. No video taped movies, no surround sound, no cell phones and no personal computers. What we did have, were our friends.
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke our bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from the accidents. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls, ate worms, and contrary to popular belief, they didn’t grow inside you. We played baseball in a vacant lot, and held little league tryouts where not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t, learned how to deal with disappointment.
The idea of our parents bailing us out of trouble when we broke the law was unheard-of, because our parents sided with the law. We crossed our eyes and they never stuck. We said the pledge of allegiance with “One Nation Under God”, and never thought twice.
We rode our bikes, to far away places, and never wore a helmet. We cut our hands on metal ice cube trays in the summer, and in the fall, burning leaves in your backyard was normal.
Our generation has produced some of the best risk takers, problem solvers, and inventors, ever. Surviving all of that, makes one want to run, with scissors.
Running with Scissors
If you were born before 1970, we’ll call you, a survivor. Chances are you were born to mothers who smoked, and drank, ate blue cheese, and the first years of your life, were more than likely spent, in a hand me down crib, spruced up with colorful lead paint.
We had no childproof lids on our medicine bottles, no childproof cabinets, outlets or doorknobs. Our automobiles had no seatbelts, or air bags, and riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm summer day, was a special treat.
We drank water from a garden hose, not from a bottle, we shared a soft drink with four of our friends all from the same bottle, and no one died. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren’t over weight because, we were always outside playing.
We’d leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back, when the streetlights came on. We’d spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps from the woodpile, then ride down hill only to find out we forgot the brakes. No one was able to reach us all day, and that was ok.
We didn’t have Playstation, Nintendo, X-box, and 99 channels on cable T.V. No video taped movies, no surround sound, no cell phones and no personal computers. What we did have, were our friends.
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke our bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from the accidents. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls, ate worms, and contrary to popular belief, they didn’t grow inside you. We played baseball in a vacant lot, and held little league tryouts where not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t, learned how to deal with disappointment.
The idea of our parents bailing us out of trouble when we broke the law was unheard-of, because our parents sided with the law. We crossed our eyes and they never stuck. We said the pledge of allegiance with “One Nation Under God”, and never thought twice.
We rode our bikes, to far away places, and never wore a helmet. We cut our hands on metal ice cube trays in the summer, and in the fall, burning leaves in your backyard was normal.
Our generation has produced some of the best risk takers, problem solvers, and inventors, ever. Surviving all of that, makes one want to run, with scissors.
