Pretty much sums up the majority of us here....
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Rub dirt on it and walk it off. Oh and wash your hands with GASOLINE after changing the oil in the car.
I got "it's a long way from your heart,you'll live".
I used to get "Don't worry about (insert whatever was injured, hand, eye, finger, leg etc) that's why God gave you two of everything!
And a bonus, "That's why God made your skin waterproof"!
Good days and yes FAFO.
Lol! My dad ( an MD no less) always said “ it’ll feel real good when it stops hurting “
I used to have the gravel removed with a scrub brush, and macurechrome (orange shit that burns open wounds) dumped on it.
“If you were doing what you SHOULD HAVE been doing, you wouldn’t have been hurt”
Heard that an awful lot
You sound like my mother >.>
Exactly
"Monkey's blood!" It went on everything oh and campho-phenique on mosquito bites. 😎
Fun fact: my kids all believe we have their tails(cut off at birth) in a box hidden away. Also, as I was told when little, we say: "don't unscrew your belly button or your butt will fall off." Kids are awesome. 🤭🤭
My parents said the same thing about belly buttons!! Also when you lose a tooth, if you don't put your tongue in the hole you'll get a gold tooth. 😂
Ughhhh. Crashed a bike on gravel on a paved road. Ground that shit into my skin.
And still have some in an elbow that didn’t get scrubbed out. Damn painful that scrubbing!!
Had the same thing happen to me. Had to go to the emergency room to get the gravel out of my knee. They scrubbed it out with a stiff brush and a couple of shots to numb the area. I still have a scar to prove it.
Same here - pizza all the way from my calf to my shoulder (which was dislocated when I hit the pickup truck). I had several whirlpool treatments at the hospital where they would soak me until I looked like a raisin, then a nurse would pick tiny rocks out of the wounds with tweezers. I was 14 and it sucked bad.
Did that with my face once, my mother thought I had mumps :)
Mercurochrome doesn't burn
You probably had Merthiolate (thermerisol)
which is much stronger and burns like shit.
I can remember lots of kids on the school bus sporting mercurochrome wounds. It was a badge of honor back in those days. Kek.
Merthiolate was even more old school. It contained mercury. It has a distinctive smell.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thiomersal
I can remember when doctors switched to Mercurochrome.
"Figure it out" was my mothers go to, that or NO.
The time I skidded on my knee in gravel and we were poor so my mom washed it out with some jack daniels ... fun times! LOL
Lol. Learned from old western movies!’
She does love her westerns ... too bad she fell for orange man bad propaganda.
I love your username. Wet socks is turrrrrible.
Priceless!
Good one! It’ll be better by the time you get married. That used to piss me off! Five years old, who’s thinking about marriage? I understand it now.
I got those too.🤣🤣😂😂
I got "It'll heal before your married."
That’s how I was taught. Though gasoline got icky to wash with after they started putting ethanol in it.
Yep. Leaded was the best
Yep. My Dad used to use leftover leaded gas to kill the weeds growing in the cracks in the driveway. Kek.
feed them to the chickens
Still do.
Coal oil (similar to kerosene) was once used to prevent infection.
totally agree.. pretty much sums up my childhood with the exception of no attempted kidnapping. :-)
Need to add carried a pocket knife daily after dad gave it to you at 6 years old, carried a pack of matches regularly before age ten and learned hitch hiking as basic transportation at age 13. My sister was kidnapped hitchiking and escaped by faking asthma attack. She later testified at the trial of the two time murderer who she escaped.
Wow! That’s one heck of a story! Praise God she was smart.
Woah! Glad your sis was smart enough to outwit a criminal. My granny used to warn me about hitch hiking (I was 10) Anyway, she said "the wrong person could pick you up and you could wind up a sex slave in another country" I thought she was way out there saying stuff like that. Now I know.
God bless your granny, and all of our grannies. They knew stuff.
Amen to that
One of the biggest personal "awakenings" I've had realized recently is the dystopian pocket knife rules in schools. Pocket knives were vilified, even through high school. We were taught that if our friends brought one in, they were dangerous and we needed to report them.
And, as a kid, you just accept that. Now, years later, carrying a pocket knife every day and not thinking twice about it, I look back and realize how insane that is.
Children should be taught knife safety and should be carrying knives.
I got caught carving my initials on a table in science class while in High School. I caught hell for the carving part, but I didn't hear a word about having a knife.
We used to play mumbly peg in middle school during recess. And the "yard duty" teacher would often be the referee.
As it should be.
Guess it depends on what time period. When I was high school the guys had rifles in back window of their truck during hunting season. If they didn’t care about the guns sure didn’t care about a pocket knife. When my grandfather died I probably found at least fifteen pocket knives😆 I’ve been to many concerts on the east coast. About five years ago I saw Chris Stapleton in Kentucky. When we came out the tables were littered with pocket knives. You knew you were in the country where people know how to survive.
It is crazy how fast things changes.
I Britain a proud boy is doing 20 for carrying a pocket knife. He used it for his fingernails it's the one with the file and baby scissors. Yes it has a small 2 inch blade used to cut open boxes. He was arrested ( never even used it) and was charged with concealing a deadly weapon. He was found guilty of the charge and serving time for it. Ridiculous.
That's a shame,we used to have laws against switchblades,here in oklahoma. Then we remembered it's perfectly legal to carry loaded guns.......
Texas -- legal, legal
Kidnappers would have only received a thank you note if they grabbed me. I think the rest is accurate though. Coal oil from a lamp on a dirty rag was our go to antiseptic.
campho phenique...never see the stuff anymore. Just like these days, I almost don't feel like I've accomplished anything that day unless I have at least some minor cuts and scrapes on my arms/legs/knuckles.
Remember merthiolate?
AKA thermerisol
It is still used for burn patients.
It kills Californians instantly
I like to keep some around.
Kek!
remember the Outhouses and magazine/newspaper toilet paper? Those were the Days
Sears or Montgomery ward catalogs in my granddads outhouse— “slop pot” under the bed
We had those at church. A four hole masterpiece. Talk about a close congregation. Fortunately we had indoor plumbing at home.
I went to a church that had one of those, too!
OMG the toys that we could dream of....That truly is Nostalgia
To be honest,I don't miss the shithouses.
not at all
I would feel sorry for anyone that tried to kidnap me or my brother. We ran around with knives and BB guns constantly. We would have declared open war on anyone who came after us. Down on the farm at 10+(12 for bro) years old half the time we had a 22 for killing snakes. GL with that.
The weirdos were to scared to try grabbing us. They knew we knew how to kick and scream
You got that right!!!
Shit I'd head out in the the morning and spend all day working the docks. I was 8. I'm 60 now.
I'd come home at dinner, my dad required it and because he worked from 4am to 4pm 5 days a week he wanted to see us for rhe meal time. We were poor as dirt even as hard as he worked.
I jumped out of a car once after hitching when I was 14 to get away from some perve. Younahd to be street smart, fight at the drop of a hat and never cry no matter what the bastards did to you. You always responded with all fight you could muster even if you bushwhacked the fucker the way he did you. I once took out this boys knee with a bat. He was 17 I was 13. He would beat me up merciless and because I would not cry he wouldn't stop. So I took his knee with my Louisville slugger #28. I loved that bat but my dad took it and sawed it into 20 pieces. Plus I worked all summer to pay my dad back for the hospital bill.
But he knew why I'd done it and never punished me. That kid crossed rhe road if he saw me after that, mostly because I heard my dad tell his dad that so much as a scowl toward me he would come down there and beat them both. Kids dad probably ordered it. My dad was an animal when it came to family and injustice. He's a guy who's lived in a basement of an apartment building when he was a kid. Lived behind the furnace because of alcoholic parents. We grew up pretty tough
God bless him. Some people's lives are so hard.
Insightful, good share.
For all practical purposes, I was abandoned as a child, learned independence and self-sufficiency at a very early age. From the streets no less.
The more I see snowflakes struggle, the more I realize my abandonment was infact a opportunity of accelerated elevated evolution.
Certainly somewhere in between the arms of the dragon, and the jaws of the dragon would have been best, but in the aggregate, I'm glad to have taken my licks early.
It enabled me to see the world thru unfiltered lens.
I’m glad that you grew into a good Patriot and smart dude
It's the company I keep, you leave a high mark to follow.
My good Friend.
Sounds about right. My mom said helicopter parenting started in between having me and my sister (early vs late 80s), and she encountered more people who were horrified I was allowed to be home alone or that I had to get myself up, dressed, fed, and off to school when I was still in elementary school.
I made my Dad raise the training wheels about 6 inches off the ground either side of my bike so I could corner like I was riding a motorbike :)
A woman was driving around my neighborhood when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I was in a suburb of Portland OR playing outside in the front yard with my brother. My mom was around but eyes weren’t on me for a moment when the woman in the car rolled up to my street and beckoned me to come to her car. And of course I did! She rolled the window down and told me her dog was missing and she needed help finding it. She then asked me if I would get in the car and help her look? As I was thinking about it my large asian neighbor named Chad came running down his driveway yelling at the woman to “get the fuck out of here!!” and “what the hell do you think you are doing!” He grabs me and pulls me away from the car and the woman in the car speeds off. I was confused and scared and my mom was so freaked out (she came running when she heard commotion). She grounded me for like a week as a 5-6 year old.
Kidnapping is real folks!
Chad!
That was his name. Dude was based af
Chad is the man!
Probably written by someone over 42.
I’d jerk off a Gen X before anyone else…in fact I do…currently
Fuck off
I repeat, fuck off. Am busy jerking off my bearded adonis gen-X’er husband quick before Sunday dinner.
Dont be jealous be angry Democrats took your future away
Where'd y'all grow up, Gotham City?
I had so many bike accidents, I had a scratch of some sort on every once of my body at one point.
You ever been to Seattle or Tacoma? It's basically Gotham city.
Yup, I was raised pretty much that way... in a small rural mountain town, very remote by today's standards, small population, and I was what I call a "free range kid." I learned independence and how to navigate life pretty early on, and I'm a better man for it.
we did not get keys to the house because we never locked the door except when on vacation. not rural, but 20 min drive into Chicago. and this was during the '80s.
Same-same
No way that's a millennial's post. Not nearly enough grammatical errors. Good job using "they built different" and misspelling "their instead of they're" but still, no way anyone under 30 wrote this.
"Their families" is correct.
"They're families" = "They are families" and is incorrect.
The apostrophe in the second word gave it away.
Military brat here. Can attest to no coddling.
I was outside all damn day, built forts in the woods, played war with BB guns, road dirt bikes like speeder bikes through the trails. I can't complain.
Yup. Just had this chat with the step-kids.
"If you can move it, it ain't broken"
The kidnapping thing was probably a poke at a stranger offering you a ride home or candy/ice cream...we just said no and wslked away (or had a posse of neighborhood kid with us anyway). We didn't have our faces buried in our phones while walking alone with headphones on. We knew our surroundings and the local creepers.
Do I detect a tone of Envy in this little blurb? Yeah I'm one of those people and I'm damn proud of it! Damn proud
Dude yes! I would cook dinner at 7. I had friends over for dinner they almost fainted when I gave my five year old a potato peeler. She said it was dangerous 😒. What is wrong with parents today?
Jarts were very popular.
I remember when they banned them.
DAMN STRAIGHT!!
..."did you tear your clothes?"
..."no"...
..."don't worry then, the skin will grow back"...
...."it will feel good when it stops hurting"....
Mine always put those iron-on patches inside the pants to cover the holes. Sounds ok but she always used a different color so people would know I tore my pants.
...and this was in Minnesota too...
...howls....
Poor snowflake,
Rebel without a clue.
Maybe so, but that generation also crafted all the legislation and raised the next generation of pussies.
The real generation was the generation before this one, who lived like this but also had the sense to raise their children to also live like this.
I grew up in remote rural Alaska and this pretty much sums up childhood. We had an outhouse, no running water, no electricity. We had to be sure to keep an eye out for moose, bears and wolves. There were copious amounts of fishing and if you didn't kill it and drag it home, it was beans, rice and canned salted bacon for dinner. My first pocket knife was at 7, my first shotgun at 9, and an over-under rifle at 11. I was definitely a part of the get your ass beat crowd and never once had a "time out."
Ever see Bigfoot?
I am not kidding.
Used think it was silly but I'm hearing WAY too many anecdotal accounts not to believe that there is something in the woods to fear.
I want to move to a remote spot, but I am worried about being too far out in the woods. Not too worried about bears, wolves, coyotes.
Very worried about Bigfoot.
I have never run into one yet, but that doesn't mean they aren't out there somewhere. If I ever do run into Bigfoot, I'll offer him some jerky and a beer, then tell him to look you up on GA.win. Hope you don't mind being doxxed... lol
You should be they are scary as fuck
That sounds about right. lol.
I was talking to a neighbor (who I now work with) who has known me since I was 5 and I grew up with his kids. He was recalling all the good ol times when all us lil ones were growing up. We'd be gone all day and wouldn't appear again until supper. We'd play in the forest, swim in the lake, go fishing, ride our bikes to the next town over, and build forts everywhere. He was telling me how we would all reappear at supper time, all covered in dirt and talking non-stop about what we did all day. It was great to grow up the carefree and wild way. Taught us independence and freedom.
We were latch key kids. We were left to feed ourselves and so on.
It made many of us very independent.
To this day I hate that word - latch-key. I still remember walking home from kindergarten (Mom would drive me there on her way to work). I was one of those with a house key on a shoestring around my neck.
We rode bikes without helmets. Sometimes we'd wipe out. Scabs were a badge of honor. As long as nothing got broken, we got back up and kept riding.
I bet at least 3 of us in here have shot a squirrel or a bird with a bb gun, and that squirrel or bird landed on a transformer that blew the power out for a block.
Dem overtime 19 hr days were a real biotch
LOL, kind of true- I'm 64 and when I was a child, my brothers would take off and we'd see them right before dark. As the only girl, I'd sometimes stay out and play but I really preferred reading.
Also, I did avoid a kidnapping attempt. When I was 7 yo, I was riding my bicycle and a man pulled over. He asked me to get into his car to help him find his puppy. He had the door open. Luckily for me, this happened in right in front of our house. Back then we never really heard about children being taken but this guy gave me a hinky feeling so I ran towards the house and he took off.
If we had a homework question, my parents would say, "Look it up." I can't remember them ever sitting down to do homework with me.
Heaven help us if we didn't use our manners! In 4th grade, we spent a 6 week period having etiquette lessons. Enid Haupt's The Seventeen Book of Etiquette was required reading.
Encyclopedia Britannica, bought 1 book at a time from the grocery store.
When I married the first time, my grandmother and her sisters bought my china at a grocery store this way! The nursery furniture for my 1st child was "bought" with Green Stamps and Top Value Stamps that were given t shoppers at grocery stores.
Gold Bond Stamps
I remember those too but the weren't given away in our local stores.
S&H Greenstamps were the main ones.
Plaid Stamps -- I think they came from the A&P.
I vaguely remember those.
Yes, at least around where we lived Green Stamps were the best. Both that one and Top Value had really nice stores in the largest town near us. The grocery stores were locally owned and I'm guessing the top dogs with stamps made it attractive to these small grocers to carry their's.
You're not old enough for a gun. Make your own weapons and use them. Bow and Arrow, slingshot - when you show me you got good aim we'll talk.
Show us how badly many of us have failed as parents. Many convinced that it is more important to be their kids BFF than the parent.
So the kids never faced a real challenge, never learned to lose a game, and never had the opportunity to learn from their mistakes
Now these losers are parents
My dad taught me the motto” if you can still breathe and it hurts, you’ll live”! It unbelievably was correct. Mind over matter. You younguns, and I’m only 40 have not a clue what to do when the power goes out. Antifa please! We are not worried about what whinny little skinny jeans is gonna do to us. We will use ole skinny jeans as shields. And down here in the south you might want to watch out for our conservative children. We taugh them to shoot by age 5 and they know how to run trot lines and skin animals.
Amen.
That generation raised the generation they so despise.
A lot of Millennials had Boomer parents.
Gen Z kids are more likely to have Gen X parents and there are noticeable changes in that generation from the Millennials which preceded them.
Reality Bites Back: To Really Get Gen Z, Look at the Parents
https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2019-07-29/how-gen-x-parents-raised-gen-z-kids-different-than-millennials
Archived link - https://archive.ph/3dxY7