Was listening to a story about deadly wooden, drop-sided cribs this morning and I started jotting about how incredible it is that I am still alive and old enough to collect my pension.
Here's why:
I spent my infant days in a crib with drop sides.
I rode a bicycle without a helmet.
I rode in cars without a child restraint seat.
I lived in a house with lead paint.
I broke thermometers and played with mercury with my bare hands.
I owned a b-b gun.
I was spanked when I was bad, at least once by a teacher. My parents approved.
I played sandlot hardball with no helmets, pads or uniforms. Gasp.
I played tackle football in the park with no pads or helmet.
Somehow I survived. Oh, by the way, we had lots of fun.
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We rode in cars with metal dashboards, no seat belts or airbags...
This reminds me, I was joking with my neighbor about trucks and made a comment that a real truck has the dimmer switch on the floor.
Then, I realized the 30 something guy standing there with him didn't have a clue what I was talking about. Oh boy, I am getting old.
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