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I agree with Foomph, Juanted & Thunder; they describe it well, though I am a generation older, even.
-On summer nights back in the MotorCity, we always were outside somewhere, playing until at least the streetlights came on,
which could be 9:30 PM+ in high summer. This was as pre-teens.
-We walked or rode our bicycles everywhere. A "day trip" to the lakes around Pontiac, 25 miles north of Detroit, was std fare
a couple times per week in summer.
-I mowed a dozen lawns a week, buck a lawn, for spending dough in Jr High, and caddied 4 summers, though I hated the game
then and did not touch a club.
-We had a "party line" on our rotary dial phone, eg 3 other people shared the "line".
-We played cowboys and indians, "war", "army", etc. and all of us were always trying to one up each other with the best new,
most realistic looking plastic gun(s). We routinely played with Daisy air rifles, often plugging up the barrel and shooting dirt clods
at each other.
-We had to be near death, in our parents' minds, to get a trip to the doc...
-I never, ever had any untoward advance by any perv of wacko...
It must be really different times today, or the pervs have multiplied like rabbits or, the media has put every parent on edge,
or today's parents are paranoid, or some combo of the above.
I loved every minute of being a kid, growing up in the '50s and early '60s.
GL, mD
Last edited by motordavid; 03-27-2010 at 06:02 PM.
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