Being over 30

Take pride in being alive!

People over 30 should be dead. Here's why ....................

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.

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 children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

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


We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

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

No one was able to reach us all day.



We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms .

We had REAL friends! We went outside and found
them. We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.

We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and 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 made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms , and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home 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.

Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade.

Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected . The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problemsolvers 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. And you're one of them!




I love being over 30! Didnt we have atari back then? haha

Love it Love it Love it.. my friends and I joke about this all the time. We have over dummified things, imagine having to write caution hot on the side of a McDonalds' coffee cup.. No way coffee hot??

This litigious society we live in has made us disclaimer everything in sight..


Here I am less than halfway into my 30th year and I can't figure out why I'm not dead already...

Here I am halfway into my thirtieth year and it feels pretty good!!! especially after reading this are only as old as you feel..Cool

To err is human, to forgive divine

 Same thing my daughter and I were talking about yesterday during our shopping.....manners.

 But not the young kids.  It was the older kids.  Kids older than me and I'm 46 or 47....not sure really, how old I to forget that part I think.  Anyway, older generation as rude as can be.  In their vehicles, almost ran over my daughter and grandbaby.  And me pushing a cart with grandbaby in it, (sitting on her own now too) and CRASH.....right into us.

I am a nice person, but I wasn't when that happened.


Back to your blog post.  Very good post and very true.  I said the Pledge of Allegiance in school EVERY morning and we also said a prayer.  These were public schools too!  I didn't attend all military schools.

I also came from the age where girls could not wear pants in school.  My mom sent me to school in pants one day, (first grade) and my music teacher sent me home after trying to embarrass me in front of my classmates.  She said I was to go home and put on a dress.  I told her I wasn't leaving the classroom and that I could wear pants if I wanted to and that I would not change into a dress.   And I never did change either. 

 I loved all my teachers, including the one who didn't want me wearing pants because I knew even then that I could be whoever I wanted to be.


Mrs. Legg was my kindergarten teacher. She was a very old wrinkly lady.

Mrs. Harrington was my first grade teacher, she was beautiful, always had her long hair up in a beautiful bun thingy.  She wasn't happy about the music teacher either.

Mrs. UpChurch was second grade and she was pregnant at the time.  She was the first teacher to ever have to spank me with a paddle because I got up to throw trash away when she was out of the room.   She called my name and took me outside (where she would do the spanking).  I cried.  She did not spank me.  She asked me what I was doing.  I was the only one who actually got my work done while she was gone.

Mrs. Aycock was third grade.  I thought she was a bit weird, but she was okay.

Mrs. Buckley, Miss Payne.

I cannot remember 5th grade.  We lived in North Carolina and that was when desegregation started.  I was so happy to go to a different school and meet new people.  The ONLY thing I remember about 5th grade right now was Christmas time.  We had a big Christmas Carol singing.  There were so many kids and we sang Silent Night in the Gym and it was beautiful to hear all those voices.

Fastforward to 9th grade.  That is the last year that the principals ever spanked any child.

I'm done. 



If I was standing on a fish, I'd slip and fall......

I'm with you on that... I'm only 21, but it's a pain to be careful not to touch, hurt, offend every other person in thought that you'll end up at the bad end of a lawsuit... I also remember having accidents... my mother never attempted to sue  someone because I got hurt doing something stupid like jumping off of a roof...  But my friends... yeah, I remember hearing about their parents and crazy lawsuits because Suzy snuck into a yard with a beware of dog sign and got bit.... and then had the gall to be shocked that it happened... sorry, but that calls for a countersuit for trespassing if we're playing the stupid game.

Although this is a great time to be growing up, it's also a very risky and fragile time... no wonder we have all of these paranoid weirdos...  


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