We baby Boomers

I had a visit from my daughter the other day and as usual we ended up in a serious discussion about the state of life and what is happening on the political field. I am sure you have your views about such matters but here is not the place, other than to comment that being a political animal has not always led to a happy life. I sure hope I have not inflicted this onto my children, but suspect I have. 

I often feel that to be caring in a world that is more and more becoming uncaring is not easy.

But back to my thoughts. My daughter at one point made a comment about us baby boomers doing alright and the chickens now coming home to roost on the young of today. 

But hey, we baby boomers did not have it easy. 

In fact it is amazing some of us are still around. 

As children, we would sit in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a the vegetable lorry on a warm day was always a special treat.

Our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paint.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.  

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. . . . Horrors.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode 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 sat on an old bit of wood fitted to a roller-skate and went down the road, a steep hill, with no thought of how we were going to stop, or what we might meet at the bottom.

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on, surviving on a couple of jam sandwiches.

No one was able to reach us all day. No cell phones. . .  Unthinkable.

We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would really hurt.

We got cut and broke bones and broke teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us.

Remember accidents?

We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.

We ate fairy cakes, (not the American muffins) bread and butter, and drank sugar lemonade, and stuck rhubarb sticks in a poke of sugar, but we were never overweight........we were always outside playing all day burning energy.

We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one died from this?

Ah yes it was a hard life. No reality tv, no big brother or love island, or WWW, just real life.

Have a great day.