The Good Old Days Preparing for the Zombie ApocalypseMy Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread butter on bread on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e-coli until I ate at a fast food restaurant when I was 54 where all of the staff were migrants who had never been taught to wash their hands after wiping their asses.Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake or at the beach instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.We all took PE and risked permanent injury with a pair of Dunlop sandshoes instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors that cost as much as a small car. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.We got the belt for doing something wrong at school, they used to call it discipline yet we all grew up to accept the rules and to honour & respect those older than us.We had 30 kids in our class and we all learned to read and write, do math and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct letter, something most college educated idiots can't do today.We all said prayers in school irrespective of our religion, stood up and sang the national anthem and no one got upset.Staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn't got.I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. Nowadays you get a participation trophy for being the biggest doofus in the class.I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, PlayStation, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations. We weren't! We made our own toys out of wood scraps and such and had a good old time with them. We are today's Bushcrafters. We knew more about building forts and survival shelters than the average city dweller does today. We had a pioneer attitude then and even moreso today. We are survivors, and we will survive when the rest of the world goes to hell in a handbasket during the Zombie Apocalypse!Oh yeah .... and where was the antibiotics and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed! We made mud pies and even ate them and it never killed us. All it did was boost our immune systems so we didn't catch every disease that came along. If it rained and left puddles everywhere, you weren't normal if you didn't step in every mud puddle on the way home from school. We didn't need vaccines and none of us died from plandemics or I wouldn't be writing this after being on the planet for 69 years.We played "King of the Hill" on piles of dirt and gravel left on vacant building sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the tiny bottle of iodine or merthiolate and then we got our backside spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10 day dose of antibiotics and then Mom calls the lawyer to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?We never needed to get into group therapy and/or anger management classes. Our therapy was to go sit in a corner until we adjusted our own attitudes. We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!How did we ever survive?Love to all of us who shared this glorious era and to all of you who didn't, sorry for what you missed! It's what happens when your parents had no upbringing and hence didn't know how to raise a family. This pretty much describes all the liberal snowflakes on the planet.https://imgflip.com/i/7zi9ek
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Paul
That is 100% correct.
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Ellie Mineer
This is so spot on. Brought back some wonderful memories. Even playing dodgeball during recess and getting smacked with that ball is a fond memory. Bet a lot of you remember the feel and sound of that ball! I do.
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