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<blockquote data-quote="susiestar" data-source="post: 243584" data-attributes="member: 1233"><p>Things that were Mom's, or Dad's, and we were NOT allowed to use them. and our parents didn't feel guilty, or like there was anything "wrong" with drinking a coke in front of us when we were not allowed to have them. </p><p></p><p>skateboarding down the middle of the street. We lived on a cul de sac and the end was at the top of a gentle hill. We would go up and ride down, usually sitting or laying down. I once ended up under a pickup truck because I was very small. Of course we didn't use a headboard.</p><p></p><p>Pickup trucks were a novelty.</p><p></p><p>That certainty that Mom and Dad could take care of EVERYTHING.</p><p></p><p> My mom putting the first air conditioner in the window in my brother's room so it would cool the upstairs where our bedrooms were. She wanted us to be able to go away and leave her alone! But we would have picnics up there for dinner when it was really hot.</p><p></p><p>Walking to the store and getting a 6pack of beer for my dad once in a while. And walking to the store with a note from my friend's dad (or my babysitter pretending to be my friend's dad) to buy cigarettes fromt he vending machine.</p><p></p><p>When they started having "smoke free" tables in restaurants - boy what an uproar!</p><p></p><p>being expected to amuse ourselves for HOURS at a time with-o video games, tv or computers! </p><p></p><p>learning to embroider because my gma felt all well educated girls could.</p><p></p><p>Walking up and down stairs with a book on my head (a HEAVY one!) to work on my posture - my best friend's gma felt we needed that. And AMAZING my parents when I could actually DO it!</p><p></p><p>Growing an entire bed of pretty, shiny green plants I found in the woods and moved to my mom's flower bed. She could NOT figure out how she kept getting poison ivy in her flower bed! At that time I did not react to it.</p><p></p><p>Being told to go outside and play and not be home until dinner - they would call.</p><p></p><p>Being called not with a cell phone, but by a parent sticking a head outside and yelling your name.</p><p></p><p>Being the remote control. When Dad was relaxing on a weekend, if he wanted the channel changed he just told one of us to go do it. And we did, no arguments.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="susiestar, post: 243584, member: 1233"] Things that were Mom's, or Dad's, and we were NOT allowed to use them. and our parents didn't feel guilty, or like there was anything "wrong" with drinking a coke in front of us when we were not allowed to have them. skateboarding down the middle of the street. We lived on a cul de sac and the end was at the top of a gentle hill. We would go up and ride down, usually sitting or laying down. I once ended up under a pickup truck because I was very small. Of course we didn't use a headboard. Pickup trucks were a novelty. That certainty that Mom and Dad could take care of EVERYTHING. My mom putting the first air conditioner in the window in my brother's room so it would cool the upstairs where our bedrooms were. She wanted us to be able to go away and leave her alone! But we would have picnics up there for dinner when it was really hot. Walking to the store and getting a 6pack of beer for my dad once in a while. And walking to the store with a note from my friend's dad (or my babysitter pretending to be my friend's dad) to buy cigarettes fromt he vending machine. When they started having "smoke free" tables in restaurants - boy what an uproar! being expected to amuse ourselves for HOURS at a time with-o video games, tv or computers! learning to embroider because my gma felt all well educated girls could. Walking up and down stairs with a book on my head (a HEAVY one!) to work on my posture - my best friend's gma felt we needed that. And AMAZING my parents when I could actually DO it! Growing an entire bed of pretty, shiny green plants I found in the woods and moved to my mom's flower bed. She could NOT figure out how she kept getting poison ivy in her flower bed! At that time I did not react to it. Being told to go outside and play and not be home until dinner - they would call. Being called not with a cell phone, but by a parent sticking a head outside and yelling your name. Being the remote control. When Dad was relaxing on a weekend, if he wanted the channel changed he just told one of us to go do it. And we did, no arguments. [/QUOTE]
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