medeival times, LMAO
to people today? yah, it was inquisition medeival times for kids back then, LMAO
I'm 40, as I grew older I realized that "todays world" was getting started in the cities and bigger areas... in a small "steel town" I grew up in?? Todays "permissive youth" thingy hadnt hit us yet, LMAO
all the dads worked in the steel mills, coal mines, or were construction workers, fo the most part. There must have been some "handbook" when I was a wee lad, that to keep kids "out of trouble", we were all forced into one or more sports, whether we wanted to or not... over half of us had to learn an instrument, for at least several years... and *just like frickin magic* everybody could read and write, 'cos most parents beat the crap out of their kids if they failed anything, LMAO, just like magic, illiteracy was almost unheard of!
...and for the love of the sacred christ, adults were not like today, they were actually in charge. If you walked thru some lady's rose bushes, she would just walk out, grab you by the ear, and march you to your house... whereupon you promptly got smacked around for not respecting someone's property, LMAO
as a teen, when we were downtown? There was NONE of this crap with gangsta stuff, and hustling money off old ladies and stuff. Yu tried any of that crap back then? ANY guy walking by had work boots on and leather work gloves poking out his back pocket would just SCARF you up as he walked out the bar wit a 6 pack, and make you apologize to the nice old lady, and smack you around a little bit.
anyones mother was liable to just backhand a mouthy kid in those days, and when you ran home and told your mother, your mom didnt sue everyone, she whacked you one too for embarassing her, LMAO
it was a different world.
to ME? Todys world? *shudder* I see full grown men, with big burly forearms, scared of three or four 12-13 year olds hanging arund their work truck. "what if they have a gun?" I was raised "old school". I see a couple youths hassling money off of old ladies in the wal mart parking lot, I give them "loud holy h3ll" and scatter them like mice... maybe half the time, they THINK they are gonna do this "act tough, theres three of us thingy", p!$$ on that act, you b!tch slap the nearest one, then they scatter like mice once they find out you mean business...
I tell you, its all in your attitude and demeanor.
*shrugs*
I guess at the same time in the cities, this permissive parenting "what can you do" stuff was just getting underway... in a small steel town in the 70's?? children were to be seen and not heard, LMAO.
so yeah... when you were dropped off at some mean old prunes house for piano lessons, you were well dressed, you sat like a church mouse, and you did whatever was told to you.
and compared to today? we didnt have ANY real "crime". Good god, if the kids got caught by the police breaking windows or something, they didnt charge you with anything... they took you to your parents, who you wer more scared of.
you could walk into anyones house, hardly anyone locked doors, nobody locked car doors, half the cars you saw around had the keys in the ignition. Until I started getting older, I cant remember a single "burglary" or "car theft".
There were "upsides" to that midevil times too...
kids out in the woods had a bonfire, a boom box, and a keg of beer? Cops came? Not rally a big deal. As long as you wer polite to the cops, you got a mild lecture, and half the time they didnt take your beer. As long as there werent any fistfights, and if there were girls at the keg party, they might say "listen here... these girls are to be home by midnight, you readin' me son?" and as long as the girls were home by midnight, all was kosher.
And once you were over the age of 30? cops didnt stop you for no reason driving. You were an adult. 20 year old cops didnt pull over people at random, and search the car for 20 minutes. You got pulled over by some kid? After abut ten seconds, you just said gruffly "Hey kid... I'm in a rush to get to my kids ball game, I'm late from work and I dont wanna miss it, I promised him... either get writing that ticket, or I'm outta here!" and that was that.
I miss those days. I don't like this "modern" touchy feely, whussy world.
Hm... this little diatribe might make a decent heart felt song by me, but... I cant figure out how to make music fit lyrics, LMAO, maybe some day, thats "black art" to me, hee hee.