Saturday, July 2, 2011

The Good Old Days

My curfew was the street lights. My parents called my name not my cell. I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn't eat what was cooked for dinner I didn't eat. Sanitizer didn't exist. But you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet, getting dirty was ok, & neighbors LOVED YOU as much as your parents did. If you drank water from a garden hose and survived, re-post this somewhere.


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