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        06-15-2013, 03:52 PM
      #21
    Green Broke
    I had a fun time, had horses since my teens-that kept me grounded, as I had to be there for them twice a day-I've rarely boarded,& my vacations were to visit my sister when I had arrangements in place for someone to feed for me, so no exotic vacations. She moved to Portland when I was sixteen, so I do know that part of Oregon somewhat.

    Bsms-your allergies sound much worse than mine-I totally sympathize-too bad modern science doesn't help much w/everyday conditions that give so much misery.
         
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        06-15-2013, 05:34 PM
      #22
    Yearling
    Wow, if this thread is about moaning and groaning, I'm outa here! I'm loving life and have nothing to complain about
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        06-15-2013, 06:22 PM
      #23
    Green Broke
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    Originally Posted by outnabout    
    Wow, if this thread is about moaning and groaning, I'm outa here! I'm loving life and have nothing to complain about
    Nobody's moaning and groaning. Just a humorous take on the war wounds we have all acquired; at least that's how I see it
         
        06-15-2013, 06:31 PM
      #24
    Trained
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    Originally Posted by outnabout    
    Wow, if this thread is about moaning and groaning, I'm outa here! I'm loving life and have nothing to complain about
    Well things aint like they used to be, can't ignore that, and no it's not moaning and groaning, it is the truth, if you are still as you were when you were 20, then hey great, but I know I'm not. I'm older, wiser, greyer, my bones hurt, I have bits that need replacing, I have bits that sag that didn't used to, I'm fatter, but my skin is now to big and is going wrinkly, how did that happen?

    It is preferable to the alternative, I'm not going to pretend that I'm anything other than I am, and if we can't share the pain between us, who the heck else will understand!
         
        06-15-2013, 07:13 PM
      #25
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    How did we survive?

    Looking back, it's hard to believe that we have lived as long as we have. As children we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. Our baby cribs were painted with bright colored lead based paint. We often chewed on the crib, ingesting the paint.

    We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors, or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. 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 streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. We played dodge ball and sometimes the ball would really hurt. We played with toy guns, cowboys and Indians, army, cops and robbers, and used our fingers to simulate guns when the toy ones or the BB gun was not available.

    We were not ridiculed for this play, not thrown out of school, and didn't all grow up as mass murderers. Most of us grew up with guns in the house and rather than being taught to fear them, we were taught to handle and use them responsibly.

    We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank sugar soda, but we were never over-weight; we were always outside playing. 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 or didn't work hard so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. That generation produced some of the greatest risk-takers and problem solvers. We had the freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

    Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), the term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

    We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
    Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.
    Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school system.
    Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the pledge (amazing we aren't all brain dead from that), and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention for about the next two weeks. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
    Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.
    I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself, church was somewhere your friends went on Sunday too (except for the Murdocks down the street, but nobody trusted them anyway),

    I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, PlayStation, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital cable stations. I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant 20, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger.

    What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot. He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm. Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
    We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of over the counter mercurochrome and then we got butt-whooped. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

    We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got butt-whooped (physical abuse) there too... and then we got butt-whooped again when we got home.

    Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks (remember why Tonka trucks were made tough... it wasn't so that they could take the rough berber in the family room), and Dad drove a car with leaded gas.

    Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent. There was surely a Ho-Jo somewhere nearby that would have been safer.

    Summers were spent behind the sickle lawnmower and I didn't even know that mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic blade-stop or an auto-drive. How sick were my parents?
    Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall Johnny from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead she pick him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.
    To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have know that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!


    How did we survive?


    How did we survive?


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        06-15-2013, 07:49 PM
      #26
    Trained
    SouthernTrailsGa, you must have been my next door neighbor! And yes, the girls did the same thing. We lived next to a huge parking lot that would have giant stacks of gravel. We had a blast climbing those and sliding down. We were speed demons on our bicycles. No helmets. One thing that we had fun with was a huge pit in a vacant lot. Somebody put a rope ladder into it. We climbed in and looked for treasure. We got whipped for that one, but it was well worth it.
         
        06-15-2013, 07:55 PM
      #27
    Trained
    SouthernTrailsGA, you're not little Richie are you? If so, I'm sorry that I beat you up, but you really had it coming.
         
        06-15-2013, 08:02 PM
      #28
    Super Moderator
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    A few more, How did we Survive

    My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

    My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes too, but I can't remember getting E-coli.

    Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot.
    How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school system.

    According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's or even the early 80's, probably shouldn't have survived.

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

    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.

    The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!

    How did we survive?

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        06-15-2013, 08:39 PM
      #29
    Started
    I'm well into my 50s and it's a blast! Like waresbear, I have more disposable income. Plus, the kids are grown so I have more time.

    I still ranch and have added "polo groom" to my resume. I have done everything on my bucket list, so now everything I get to do is a bonus.

    I like having a wealth of experience behind me. But enjoy learning still.

    Not really mature. Still like to ride the stinkers. Can't imagine not.
         
        06-16-2013, 07:08 AM
      #30
    Foal
    Yes, Panama is very horse friendly. They have some really nice horses here. The majority of the horses are probably Quarter Horses, Peruvian Pasos and Paso Finos. There are also some great Andulusians and some great crosses. I just bought a Paso Fino, Peruvian Paso cross that is a nice, round, short horse. At 61 I don't want to fall, especially from a tall horse. I have a group of friends with less horse experience that I am trying to coach and get them comfortable. I think life over 60 is great, especially the no working part.
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