Who writes e-mail forwards?? That’s what I want to know. They are so ridiculous that I can’t believe they were written seriously. But then there are errors and poor phrasing that I can’t imagine someone would write intentionally.

This is dedicated to those Born 1930-1979!

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930’s 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s !!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking .

As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren’t overweight because .

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING !

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day.

And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride 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 did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound , CD’s or Ipods, no cell!(sic) phones! , no personal computers , no Internet or chat rooms….... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.

They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned

HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

If YOU are one of them . . CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?!

The quote of the month is by Jay Leno:

“With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks,”Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?”

For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us….go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us….pass this on

Jennifer Schultz
952-454-3285 (cell)
pretzelgal@gmail.com

Is this the fabled crappy forward author? I am too timid and polite to actually call and find out.

Favorite quote: “We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.”

It’s funny the things you remember. There was this kid, Ollie, (what possesses a parent to write that on the birth certificate?) and we were in the field behind the Stevens’ place. We were trying to build a go cart from some scraps we found. Ollie pointed up to the sky, and there was a jet trail, like any jet trail you’ve seen since we started fightin’ the ruskies. But it started to change. Became darker. Came closer. It multiplied. It became a hundred tiny cracks in the sky; cracks in the world I used to know.

Ask any kid these days, and they’ll think nothing of it. They’ll think nothing of the fact that ol’ Ollie died, was shed like old skin, but the worm inside lives forever. There was a time where each child wasn’t forced to eat the ceremonial worm and mud pie, and live his life as a glorified cadillac for space-grub. But those days are gone.

Maybe I’m just too much of a youngin’, but was eating worms ever a childhood pastime?