IN MY DAY
In my day, we never worried about how our babies slept. On their back, on their side, on their stomach…either way was just fine. Today’s parents…crazy.
In my day, we didn’t worry about our kids every minute. They played outside, they rode bicycles and skateboards without silly helmets and when it got dark they would come home.
In my day we didn’t have cell phones. If we did have them, we certainly would not give them to our children. We didn’t spoil our children like they do today.
In my day music was music, and lyrics did not have filthy words. Our children did not wear revealing clothes and they did not have to hear all about sex in school “sex education” classes. Sex was dirty and not discussed in public.
In my day, gay people were “confirmed bachelors” or “spinsters” and there was no gay marriage nonsense.
In my day people did not divorce; married couples stayed together through thick and thin.
Yes, as you age you realize just how crazy the world has become. Children are spoiled, and coddled from the cradle till they leave home which is now around 26 not 18. People want it all, and are unable to accept societies rules.
In my day some babies died unexpectedly from this thing called SIDS.
In my day, some kids crashed their bikes and were severely brain damaged.
In my day some kids never came home after dark.
In my day, we worried ourselves sick when sometimes we did not know where our children were…would have been nice if we could have just called.
In my day, girls got pregnant because they didn’t know they could. Some of these pregnant girls died undergoing abortions by quack doctors in unsanitary rooms. Some of these girls just killed themselves because their condition was so unaccepted in my society.
In my day, people had to hide their sexuality and were shamed into lying about who they really were. Some could not live like this and they took their own lives.
In my day many married couples lived together hating each other in a sexless, loveless, miserable but acceptable partnership. Sometimes one partner was constantly verbally or physically abused on a daily basis, but they would not leave, they would not divorce.
In my day we knew how to endure abuse. We behaved the way we were taught we should behave, we did what we were expected to do and we believed what our leaders and experts told us to believe. We were suspicious of new things when the old ways seemed to work just fine.
In my day we were ignorant.