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Originally Posted by cmyX6go
It's amazing we're still alive. Car seats?!?!??! My grandmother (God rest her soul) had pots in the boxes the hospital sent us home in. YES....The hospital put you in a box and wrote your name, birth date, and weight on the box and that's how you came home from the hospital.
And you didn't dare come home and say you got in trouble in school. 'Cause you'd get your ass kicked big time. LITERALLY. I remember playing dead figuring if dad thought I was dead, he'd stop hitting me (I did deserve that beating).
Bugs Bunny Road Runner hour rocked.  |
That's hilarious! I remember getting in trouble at school again and dreading my dad coming home to regulate my butt with the belt. I put on like 6 pairs of under ware so when he laid into me it didn't hurt that much and I started laughing. Then he found out that I was padded and started on the legs. It still makes me laugh when I think about it.
Wagner I agree. I mean I had to actual walk to school, now days even if you live close to school there is a bus to pick you up.