Resources with Care has a very good post about our childhoods from the past.

It’s all about our survival rate for those of us over 35, and the fact many beaucrates probably can’t understand why or how we made it to adulthood.

It made me reminiscence about my own childhood and how happy we were. These are fun memories for me especially this time of year.

But is our survival miraculous?

After all, we didn’t have seatbelts.

I used to ride up in the back window of the car, perched like a cat. Forget the fact my Dad couldn’t see out because I was blocking the view.

We ate a lot of stuff that wasn’t good for us, but we weren’t overweight. Candy bars, cookies, peanut butter along with whole milk and fried chicken.

That’s because we actually played outside riding dangerous bikes that were too big for us-without helmets- Climbing tall trees as high as our houses, sliding down hillsides-without snow. Who needed snow on a hot summer’s day when grass would do just fine?

Play breaks were the times we would spend eating more sugary snacks while talking to our pets. Our pets were very good listeners. We also watched clouds while imagining and dreaming as the fluffy shapes passed over us.

I can still name the classmates who used to throw dodge balls too hard. I always managed to limp away from each battle without a grievance only to return to boring lessons without any excuses for not working hard.

Our parents didn’t have a whole lot of sympathy. The way they explained it- going to school was our job. We’d had better excel… without too many tears.

No one got sued, even though I could have brought a lawsuit against my eleven- year- old brother for purposely hitting me with a croquet mallet when I was five; causing a trip to the ER for stitches in my lip. When I had to eat baby food for two weeks he thought it was funny. He has been forgiven.

Every time we got invited to a friend’s birthday party we were lectured about good manners. My mother did not report all of our allergies to the hostess because we didn’t have any.

We didn’t worry about expensive birthday presents either. Most of the time the whole class would go to the Bozo show for parties because it was free.

Channel Four needed an audience and we could provide it with lots of enthusiasm.

Those were the best parties ever because we were actually on T.V. Only our grandparents and a bunch of little kids watched but we were still stars -for the afternoon.

What are some of your happy memories? How about sharing them with us?

Read People Over 35 Should Be Dead by Resources with Care