
Originally Posted by
300weatherby
Grew up in a rural town, played war, cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, carried "six shooters" on our hips in quick draw holsters, fell out of trees, chased (and got chased by!) the bulls in the back paddock.
Went fishing and camping, if you were home in daylight it was cause you were sick.
If you were being a dick, the bloke next door (or the local cop) would give you a kick up the arse, and then tell your old man who would immediately give you another.Didn't have a plethora of axe murderers back then.........
Learned how to make trollies ( not get trollied!), a usefull pushbike out of bits of other bikes, graduated to cars, up the drive on a saturday arvo, pull the gearbox fron the old EH, fit the clutch and pressure plate we got from the old car wreaker that morning, and go cruising saturday night.
Then you have 3 ankle biters under five, a mortgage, a job you cannot afford to lose, never any money so you go without untill you have a lucky month with extra shifts, so busy having a life you don't care about the obsessive/compulsion causing gaming stuff.
We are communicating via the internet, yet that is exactly one of the major causes of the way the kids grow up and the way the world now functions. The internet has made the world smaller, but it has created greed/want/disenchantment in our youth, that has no cure.
As kids, we had fuck all, but didn't know it, and never went about harbouring resentment, and being fucksticks like they are now.
Kinda sucks, the good old days, were actually just that!
The village theory worked when the world was a better, less selfish place, now your village is say, South Auckland, you are fucked.
Untill you take away the net, alcohol, the benefit, the ability to finance stuff, it is all downhill from here.
Untill teachers have authority given back them, untill the cops catch fucksticks and the system actually punishes them, untill parents are made party to their childrens activitys, it is all downhill from here,
When I am old, (SHUT UP!) and am sitting in my rocking chair in the late afternoon sun, I will remember the day we learned how to tickle a trout, I will remember riding and crashing the first pushbike I built myself,
The youth of today will remember the day they got past level 647 on grand theft wargame something or other.
I liked the OP's story, it reminded me of a better time, now gone, and will never be matched.
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