So, please check them out. We are the most exculsive and important group of ANY KIND on the internet. Anyway, here is my submission to the Humor Carnival about growing up in the 1970's.
Growing up in the '70's and '80's was so much different from today. I was born a small child in 1969, yeah, that's right, the year of the cock. Look it up. I guess that means I grew up in the '70's.
I hate to sound like a crotchety old lady, (No offense, Joe!) but kids these days are wussies! When we were toddlers, we didn't have little covers for the electrical outlets in our homes. We learned the old fashioned way that sticking an, "Ernie & Burt" fork in the wall socket is counter productive. My kids aren't wusses. They know that Hannah Montana cutlery hurts just as much as Sesame Street cutlery. Lesson learned!
Another thing we didn't have then was latches on cabinets. We used to have complete access to all things poisonous and we liked it that way! Sure, cleaning products look all nice and refreshing, with all sorts of bright colors. But we weren't stupid enough to drink them. If you're stupid enough to drink a bottle of 409, then you're no great loss. It's called natural selection.
Remember the playgrounds we had back then? They're nothing like the cushy, pretty, bouncy ones with nice primary colors that they have now.
We had pieces of metal that stuck out of concrete in different shapes. Sometimes it would get rusty on the ends over time. We didn't care. We would do flips and hang upside down from ten or fifteen feet in the air with nothing but concrete to "cushion" our fall. And guess what?! We liked it that way! We didn't need some baby plastic equipment on squishy ground. Sharp edges? So! Swings that weren't attached to the ground, making the whole thing move with us when we swung? So!
Check that kid out. He doesn't care that he's swinging like a maniac and a fall to the hard ground is a sure broken arm.
And this thing! Who knows what it is, but we could make a good game out of it. Who cares if we need a tetanus shot afterwards.
In a nutshell, what I'm trying to say is that people who grew up when I did are better than everyone else. We're the best and that's the truth. Oh yeah! And before you try to call B*%$ S*&*% on me, it's too late. I already called no erasies!