Anonymous ID: 50c812 Feb. 22, 2020, 6:55 p.m. No.8222032   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>2093 >>2094 >>2113

>>8221966

We had metal playground equipment with hard-packed dirt under it. We stubbed toes, scraped knees and broke bones without CPS getting up our parents' asses. We played until the streetlights came on or Mom called us in. We played Cowboy's and Indians without hating anyone or any trepidation. We made rocket ships out of cardboard boxes and worked on our own Halloween costumes, and brought pillow cases trick-or-treating and went by ourselves in groups with bigger kids.

We didn't have 'helicopter' parents and felt sorry for the odd kid who did. If we misbehaved, we knew someone on the street would call our parents and we would get our ass whooped; if we acted up at school and got paddled, we knew it would happen at home, too. Women were women and men were men and there were no freaks reading to us at library story time.

Those were good times.