Club Arnage

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 

1930's
40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna/sardines from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking .

As children, we would ride in cars (for those of us lucky enough to have one) with no seat belts or air bags.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle, or from deepwell sometimes

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cakes, white bread and real butter and drank pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......


WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K .

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem . 

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them! 

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
lawsuits from these accidents .. 

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Football teams had trials and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! 


This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned

HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

and YOU are one of them!

CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before lawyers, the Common Market, European Court of Human Rights and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

and while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!

Hey Peter, every word a true word written.
I SURVIVED, :) :)

I don't recall ever eating worms , but everything else (and still do some of them given the chance!)

How true, but you forgot about the early 80s, as we were still pretty unprotected. God, how many times did I crash with my bike not wearing a helmet, having normal nutrition - hell I don't even know what glutenfree means or does to your body ???
And im phsyically and psychically ok - apart from that racing addiction :D

I wonder why so many kids nowadays have allergies en masse with all that super duper baby food???
In German we have a saying - translated freely: "Dirt cleans your stomach" - and I think it's true

We have the same saying in Holland Tommy!

So very true Peter

All that and more

This could become "You lived in a hole in the road! You were lucky" if we aren't careful but I agree with every word.

Mind you we did take some precautions

We NEVER stepped on cracked pavement slabs after all, did we?

We never took the copper home that smacked our ears for swinging on the bit of rope on the lamp posts either, 'cos dad would give us a real hiding afterwards.


bill

You forgot the bit about care free sex

I think...

Depends if they're drunk?

Ah yes the care free sex

I forgot the endless agonies of wondering if she would let you "go all the way" or stop you dead just after you made her happy

And if she would tell her dad

Or her bl**dy brother who was sixteen feet tall...

Them was the days!

Then you got a job and the world turned upside down, bloomin hell I did love it all so.

Lunch times on the stairs with Carol

Round the park with Sue

Over at.... No 'nuff said

I really DONT know how we survived it all

 :)

Surely you've seen Dx on a good night  ;D

how did we survive????????? :o

I can agree with all of that, plus people could spell and add up (well quite a few could).  We had smog, but no asthma or global warming

The only benefit of the modern era must be soft bog paper

And Formula 1 was a sport for men!  GP cars with six wheels, ground effects, turbo motors pumping out 1400 BHP, majestic circuits.  Not spoiled little twats, with overbearing daddies, driving around computer designed circuits carved out of the middle of deserts.
Not to mention a Mulsanne straight with no fricking chicanes!
Fax

God, now I know I'm old

MY GP cars had engines in front of the driver and cutaways so he could hang his bare arms over the edge of the cockpit....

His race helmet was always a "Corker" and it rarely had is strap done up

And he was nearly always Stirling Moss or some geezer called Hawthorn

Them WAS the days!

Peter, you're a real sod bringing all this back to mind.

Tommy said,


We used to say " you don't die untill you've eaten 14lbs of dirt" which is basically the same.

Bill said,


The amount of times I had my ear smacked, then physically dragged by that ear by the local Bobby home only to face a beating....All because I got caught.


The amount of times I was at breaking point can be counted on a millipede.

But hell to it all.  WE SURVIVED through the best years. You didn't need an ASBO for street cred, it was a thick ear and you dropped your pants to show the belt weald and buckle marks on your arse.

I tried to teach my son (now 23) to fall out of trees, he won!

Good grief, I missed the important bit

well i was born in the late 80's and just about all of the original post was still true for a kid living in rural tasmania in the 90's, and still is today....i think i only got told not to talk to strangers/get in their car once (when we went to the city - big town) because where i grew up there were no strangers.........

my brother, his dog and i spent all of our summers either swimming in the dam which had cow poo pumped directly into it or in our massive drinking water tank, sometimes both in the same day.... >:D 

I know what you mean Claire (no not about being born in the late 80's before anyone gets smart  :P).

All my nieces are growing up in rural NZ and most of this is still true for them today.  My brother and his wife never lock their house.  My sister and her husband never have a bloody clue where their two oldest girls are at the weekend but they know the girls are safe and as long as they're home in time for dinner then that's just fine.

Dx

One of our friends (who lived across the road) had a stream running through his parent's back garden.  The water came through an old water pipe - which we used to crawl up every now and then to see if we could break into the Catholic school and upset the nuns - and then lead off, eventually, to the irrigation ponds.  When the council put the new pipes in further downstream all the local kids would play in the pipes / stream all day long in the summer.  That stream and those pipes were full of all sorts of $hit.  ;)

Dx

Is that because the next person was 2000 miles away ;D

True, true.

On my 8th birthday my Dad (pissed up) and my uncle (pissed up) egged me into doing a jump on my new bike.

Over the ramp, I careered down the garden on the front wheel, until I was stopped by a handy soft landing area.

A pile of old rusty corrugated iron.

The scar is no longer visible, but I still know it's there.

I despair of the mollycoddled environment in which my kids will grow up, I adore them, and I want no undue harm and suffering to come to them, but it'd be good if they can get a handle on cause and effect before they're 30.

we dont have miles in tasmania....like the rest of the world (apart from anerica and england) its all metric... ;D

Not sure where that is, is it in Tasmania?

Just a little way south east of the new forest I think!

I was born in '72, spent all my time as a kid outside covered in filth, building camps, go karts, playing with petrol, getting worms, smoking nettles, stamping in cowpats, falling off of BMX's.
Look how I have turned out....
Not the same for the scrotes of today..... Glad I had what I had. Still makes me laugh now ;D

sh*t I'm getting old!! Born in '51.

But hell, I had fun as a kid, cowboys and indians (we had arrows), war games with air rifles.  Yes, we got hurt, but it taught you to keep your head down and your bum out of site.

Then the go-carts built from timber and pram wheels scavenged from the local dump. No brakes but hell it was great.

Homemade catapults with 1/4 inch donkey rubber, they were better than the one you buy now. Then 'Dutch Arrows' pretty accurate when you got the hang of them. Much like a sling shot but an arrow.

We also raided the railway sheds for detonators. 'nough said.

We all remember this then!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe1a1wHxTyo

And you try and tell the young folk that today and they won't believe you!!

bows and arrows huh?

Ii've still got the remains of the scar the arrow left when I was shot in the leg by David Harrison

bleeder!

and me mom gave me a smack for standing in front of the tosser

before she filled it with Dettol

Luxury!


It always made me wonder if people really died from arrow wounds though...

 ???

No ta, I don't want to find out now, fifty years later

Detonators Leftie, turned the old mans patio into crazy paving with one of those. got a hell of a crack from him for that, then got another for nicking the detonator happy days ;D ;D

I just gratefull we didn't play 'William Tell', I'd still be serving Her Majesties' time!!!!!!!!!

Throwing thunderflashes in the river and then filling your boots with trout for dinner, turning your push bike into a grass track racer with cow horns and fixed wheel and racing around the woods, (we even had sidecars on some!) Motorbikes without helmets, cars without seat belts, no supermarkets and no sell by dates, no gun licences, no MOT, (remember it was only ever going to be the "Ten Year Test"?) bathing in the river, petrol at 4/6d (23p) a gallon, cigarettes you could buy in 5's (remember Domino ciggies?) the Ace café when it the real Ace, the Brighton riots, my first E type in 1967, no speed limits, skating in the water meadows in winter (and going through sometimes!), rat shooting when they took the hay ricks apart, air rifle fights, drinking with the local copper and driving home after, beer at 1/- (5p) a pint, getting paid every Friday and getting wasted then staying in until the next weekend, the debut of Carnaby Street and seeing the Beatles not only in concert but on the roof of the Apple building, the Stones with Brian Jones and the St John's Ambulance treating girls who fainted and then were passed hand over hand backwards over the heads of the crowd, my first car costing £10 (Austin Ruby). Ah, I could go on but they were truly the golden days when jobs were two a penny and life was free and easy. Oh and NO SPEED CAMERAS!