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Woman Exasperated With Younger Dumb Coddled Generation

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51 Comments on Woman Exasperated With Younger Dumb Coddled Generation

  2. And it wasn’t necessarily the hose at your own house.
    We roamed all over the neighborhood and knew the closest spot to get water.
    Free water was everywhere…

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  6. Nothing ever tasted so good than drinking out of a garden hose after an afternoon of hardcore bombardment (dodge ball) with all the kids in the neighborhood.

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  7. 😂 During the summer, not only did we drink from the hose, we were feral kids on our horses roaming the hills while my mom was golfing. No cell phones to check on us. When dinnertime approached and we were within hearing distance my mom would come outside and ring a cowbell to call us home. 😁 If I fell off one of my horses, I’d get back on if they didn’t head back to the barn. Cuts, scrapes, bruises? No problem.

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  9. We put on our roller skates (with a brand new key) and grabbed the tail gate of anybody’s pickup and took a ride. In the winter we did the same with skis.
    We played in the swamp with dragon flies, mud and no doubt a lot of bacteria..
    Some of walked on forbidden paths that still had unexploded ordnance from World War II.
    Shirtless beanie is a girly man.

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  13. The delivery is what gets me. Like they know something you don’t. When in all actuality it’s the other way around. I’m not sure what you would call that. Ignorantly over confident? We use to have a young accountant like that. I told my wife he had to go or I was going to hurt him. Infuriating to be around.

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  14. During the Summer my dad would come out on the front porch at dusk and whistle real loud for us and our dog to come home from whoever’s friend’s house we were at in the neighborhood. And water out of a hose was always better when you would let it run for a minute or so, it wasn’t hot and had time to cool off on hot days. Jarts were awesome.

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  15. Tap water derangement syndrome. Why bottled water is worth more per gallon than gasoline.
    Old artesian well, ground what red from iron all around it, with a rusty tin cup we would all share. Nobody died.
    The sanitary water movement has help to decrease natural immunities. Farm kids have great immune systems and rarely have allergies.
    How about 6-7 runner sleds all tied in a row, towed behind the car. I can say that if you get the front sled, and just weave a little, the guy at the end has a hellava ride.

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  16. “When dinnertime approached and we were within hearing distance my mom would come outside and ring a cowbell to call us home.”

    My mother had the ability to do the loud whistle without any fingers pressing anything in her mouth.

    At first it was embarrassing because i was being called in like a dog, but it turned into a pride thing because absolutely no one else in the neighborhood could do that. My childhood friends still remind me of how awesome it was. And that was over 56 years ago. My mother was an impressive woman in many ways. I miss her so.

    I did have to ask her to not use the familial moniker of my name when calling me. Without saying it exactly, let’s just say it added -ie to the end and was immediately embarrassing at that point. I was a young child by that calling.

    She obliged and proved she loved me very much by doing so.

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  17. I grew up near some mighty fine woods with a tall sand dune (Michigan…the peninsula state. Sand everywhere). I climbed trees, ran up and down the dune, dug pits in the woods for a fort, and when I wasn’t in the woods, I was riding my bike all over. Miles and miles, to the lake (not the big one – Lake Michigan, but Eagle Lake about 15 miles from home) to fish or swim. When the streetlights came on, we were still playing baseball and when Mom called us to come in, we’d whine, “Oh, MOM! We just started to have fun!”

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  18. “Old artesian well, ground what red from iron all around it, with a rusty tin cup we would all share. Nobody died”

    And no one had anemia, either. Unintentional benefits.

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  20. HAHA, I just remembered something. When my little brother, Jason, was watching the hot air balloon championship back in the 80s, he knew they were going to be flying over the sand dune. He went up and laid down near the top to watch them fly over. One person, as they were flying right over him, yelled down, “Did you fall out?”

    He likes to tell that story.

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  21. Whoa, Claudia. 15 miles would be half way to Ft Worth from my house. That’s an insane distance in my childhood.

    Even 5 would be worrisome in the Dallas area.

    I think I might cripple a child of mine that regularly wandered that far. For his own good, of course.

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  22. Ok, Dadof4. I just checked. It’s only 7 miles. It felt farther than that when I was younger! Actually, I never went the same way all the time. So maybe add another mile just for wandering.

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  25. Justin, true shit! No telling what the hoses are made of now.

    Also this proves my point about how fucked our country is having to rely on THAT GENERATION OF LIMP DICKS!

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  26. -Drank from a garden hose.

    -Rode my bike all over “hells half acre”(as my Dad would say) till the street lights came on.

    -Played a game called “Hot Box” with the neighborhood kids. A derivative of dodgeball. Two throwers on opposite sides, one ball, two trees 25+ apart were “safe”, 6+ kids clung to the tree until brave enough to run the gap, get hit with a ball you’re out, make it to the tree then someone had to run back from where you came until there was one kid left-winner!

    -played StarWars in the woods with blasters made of cardboard.

    -made mud pies and for fun popped tar bubbles on the road on a hot summers day.

    It’s sad kids today won’t know that sort of freedom.
    🤟GenX

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  28. davidw, me too! all the parents would sit on the front porch with their bourbon and cokes and cheer us on! ” kids! the mosquito truck is coming” like it was the ice cream man. good times, good times.

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  31. Eugenia
    AT 7:02 PM
    “We put on our roller skates (with a brand new key) and grabbed the tail gate of anybody’s pickup and took a ride.”

    I towed my friend on his skateboard with a clothesline in the parking lot of a nearby earthen dam with my dirt bike at I don’t know how many miles an hour because the motorcycle wasn’t street legal and had no speedometer. All was well until I decided to exit the lot to drive up the levee via a gravel apron.

    Tunrs out skateboards don’t do gravel well. Who knew?

    I can’t remember if that was before or after he burned his face reigniting the flaming paper wad we were playing fire soccer with. The nozzle on the gas can flipped gas in his face as the not-quite-out paper reignited it and he dropped the can.

    We also built a clubhouse by a creek out of scraps of things we found around the neighborhood. Good place to smoke cigarettes we bought out of a machine they had at a Park District refreshment stand.

    I rode my bike with a few other guys even in the winter. We biked once to this place where corrugated steel sewer pipes crossed the mostly frozen flood control reservoir the Corps of Engineers built that some ice was broke around the pipes because of their warmth, and spent some time jumping from ice flow to ice flow until one of my buds didn’t clear the LZ fast enough so my ice flow sank with me on it. God was merciful that day and my fully clothed self didn’t sink to the bottom or get sucked under the ice shelf, but I had to ride my bike back in frozen stiff corduroy pants to my nearest friend’s house where they comspired to get me into a basement to dry off without telling any parents.

    Good times.

    I sometimes wonder how we survived them.

    Then I realize that all this activity and problem solving and danger equipped us for surviving life NOW.

    Now the kids grew up indoors, on electronics, connected to everyone at the push of a button, and wouldn’t dare things like that lest the cell phone get wet.

    I wonder how THEY will survive their OWN future NOW, without those skills or the immunity that constant contact with the unclean world (inside of garden hoses included) imparted to us…

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  32. Yes! We popped the tar bubbles too. It was irresistible for some reason, even though we knew mom would scrub the skin off our hands with Lava soap.

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  33. “We also built a clubhouse by a creek out of scraps of things we found around the neighborhood. Good place to smoke cigarettes we bought out of a machine they had at a Park District refreshment stand.”

    Forgot to add that while there, we caught salamanders and crayfish out of that creek (that probably had septic systems debouch into it) with our bare hands, and ate snacks with those same hands after rinsing the mud off in creek water.

    No Coof can top THAT immunity.

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  35. Illustr8r
    AT 8:18 PM

    “-played StarWars in the woods with blasters made of cardboard.”

    …we played Star TREK at my elementary school since Star WARS didn’t exist yet, and one year one of us got a plastic model kit comprising a phaser, a tricorder, and a communicator. This equipped three guys for playground alien hunting after the requisite tussel over who got the phaser.

    We had a dumpster in the back playground too that the school made no particular effort to keep us away from. This was the kind that had the weldments on the side for the dump truck to lift it with and a flat steel door on rollers just above that at face level so the cafeteria workers wouldn’t have to lift the huge steel lid to throw trash in.

    That door became the viewscreen on the Enterprise and the weldment was a conning console to fly to the attack on the Klingons that always seemed to strike at recess and withdraw when the bell rung.

    …and there’s that immunity thing again…

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  37. I drank out of a water hose that is pumped out of the lake the family cottage is situated on.
    Been doing that sort of thing since i was a wee lad.
    I don’t need a vaccine i have been “Cooty proofed for Ever” since i was about 6.

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  38. @SNS
    We used to play in a creek down the road from my Grandmas house. It flowed between acres of corn fields. We through rocks, climbed fallen logs, looked for tadpoles and tried to catch them. Never had a thought about snakes or leaches. My step cousins and I played for hours under the shade of trees there a perfect place to be during humid hot Ohio summer day.

    Also used to ride on the back wheel fender of my grandpa’s big red tractor. No seatbelt there! 🚜

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  39. Illustr8r
    AT 11:10 PM
    “…looked for tadpoles and tried to catch them.”

    …I was able to catch them but I could never keep them alive long enough for them to turn into frogs.

    We supposedly had moccasins too, but snakes generally swam away and no one ever got bit so I’m not really sure. We were too young and dumb to really worry about it.

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  42. We like to climb inside empty trash cans and have a friend give us a push at the top of the hill behind our place. That was fun.

    Once in my 20’s I saw wacky Shirley McLaine’s psychic. After her first look at me she said ‘ OMG I am surprised you’re still alive’ I am too..

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  43. I might have missed it, but I didn’t see anybody mention the street light rule. When the street lights come on, you better have your ass home. We ate what was left over from dinner. If school was out the next day we would all meet at the local school yard to play three flies up. We’d all meet at the same time. With out one single text message sent.

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  46. Thanks to you all, you gave me a trip down Memory Lane. It made me even more grateful for the childhood adventures I loved.

    Through the Grace of God I survived to read each of your memories that were so similar to my experiences.
    I still remember Mom’s whistle, It put the fear of God in me if she had to whistle twice. I would do anything to hear that whistle today.

    Thank you all for reminding me of my memories and the complete freedom of my youth!

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  47. Rode bikes everywhere, even before helmets.
    Mom’s arm was our safety belt if we rode in the front seat.
    Played on playground equipment that had plain old cement under it. None of the ground up rubber crap.
    Jarts was a fun game
    For cryin’ out loud!
    Our days were filled with activities that would usually end with the words, “It seemed like a good idea at the time”.
    Just for funsies, I’d like to slap the smug look off that sanctimonious beanie baby.

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  49. it was …… y’no ……. like uhh the thing ……
    my dad .. who liverated Auschwitz from the Japanese ……. usta tell me that sucking on a hose was not good ……. he showt me how to lure liddle kids …….. uhhhh ….. Jill’s shakin her head ……

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  51. Kids today have evolved beyond our pathetic, simple fun. They eat Tide pods and other poisons on camera, hang themselves doing TikTok dares, and live through their phone screens instead of in the real world. And they stick their annoying faces too close to the camera.

    Little bastards need to get off my lawn! 👵

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