My wife passed away in 1986 leaving me with two sons ages 7 and 11 to raise. A few weeks later thinking how will I raise these boys while working and a single father. Then the thought came. I screamed diwn the hall. "Platoon 394 get out on the road". They ran down the hallway stood at attention in the middle of the living room with two bright smiles. I told them we going to run this house like a Marine Corp barracks. Gave them a list of shores, told them they will stay in school until they graduate high schools, play sports, stay in the Scouts and church. Instructored them if they any problems come to me and I would help them. 11 years later my sons took me out for a steak dinner on Mother's Day. After the meal the oldest motioned to the waitress. She came out with a cake and one candle lite. On the cake "Happy Mothers Day, Dad". They gave me a card. Inside signed by both sons. "Mom would be proud of you Dad. Happy Mothers Day". We still very close to this day.
Don't forget the nightly announcement of an escaped murderer roaming your neighborhood. The FBI's most wanted list. I had to make sure the doors were locked and then zigzag up the stairs.
I was raised by a single parent. I came home to an empty house every day after school. I was expected to clean, cook dinner for me and my brother, do my homework and stay out of trouble. I was not allowed to call my mother at work unless we were bleeding or the house was on fire. I had to grow up really fast, but now I’m grateful for it, because I can handle being an adult and I can take care of myself.
It's said, y'know, by a panel of experts our generation is the least bitchy by comparison to those after us. One thing that bad or absentee parents produce is resourceful, sarcastic children. Whatever degree of good or bad it was, we lived to tell the tale and capitalize on it.
So after my Sicilian grandma told a little boy to go home for dinner, he peed on our driveway (in front of her). She smacked him so hard. He went and told his grandma (who was my grandmas friend) Then his grandma whacked him and made him come back and apologize. The year 1983.
Adults cut us zero slack in the 70's. I remember at recess the teachers would all stand around smoking cigarettes and laughing at us while we played 'Kill the Man with the Ball'. Playgrounds were all metal on black asphalt, and at least 3 or 4 kids lost a tooth every year playing teether ball. Good times.
I was a kid in the 50s, try checking out what we did. I know just about everyone I knew hung out by the RR tracks, or by creeks, or just climbing up water towers. It's a wonder we survived. 😂
When I grew up. We literallly ate breakfast and went outside to play only coming back to eat or use the bathroom. The rule was to come home when the street lights were on and no, my parents didn't know where we were playing. We'd ride our bikes where ever, play in fields and playgrounds. Oh, there was an exception. if we were going into a friends house, we always had to go home and ask permission.
Me too! And it was glorious. I loved riding my bicycle anyway so I rode wherever I wanted to like the library, to see friends, to go a stained glass making class at a rival church and explore every crook and cranny in my neighborhood. Then I got a bf who was a bicycle enthusiast and we rode even further differences like to the train station 5 miles down the road and we'd ride into Center City Philadelphia just to walk around the city. We'd also like around Reading Terminal looking at exotic foods or to go to museums. Never told my mom. Looking back we were lucky we never got mugged or into an accident.
The lack of supervision was parental neglect for sure, but looking back, I'm glad we had such incredible freedoms to explore and play. I'm also very glad our mistakes weren't recorded on iphones and then uploaded to the internet.
Yes, life without mobile phones and cameras everywhere was so much better!! We where creative, feeling alife, playing outside with all of our passion and going for a dance at night at age of 14 afterwards with 40 ppl or more went to the outside swimmingpool having so much fun until as usual police came and send us away.. 😂sneaking back in the home early morning and everyone pretended nothing happened. noone ever gave a fuck about my school results, problems with kids, teachers or emotions. Just take care of yourself and at home b invisible, shut up blend in and dont ask nothing.
I was telling a younger friend that my parents (both narcissistic boomers), left me alone in our apartment at 8years old, while they went on vacation. The neighbour made me food and made sure the door was locked at night.
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My family had the complete set of "World Book Encyclopedias." The colors were a light khaki and dark green w/gold lettering. I kid you not - for fun, hobby time, I read the entire set. I LOVED it. I am still SO appreciative to my parents for sacrificing to get it for us kids; encouraging us to study and learn. I more as that about today's ability to get instant knowledge on the 'Net. There's just something about having a beautiful, physical book to read in your hands...😊
Same here! Loved flipping through and learning about this n that. My favorites were the dog and cat sections that showed the breeds and the human anatomy section with the transparent layers for bones, muscles, organs, etc.
Our parents may not have been home, but there was a network of spies in every neighborhood that were better at keeping track of what was going on than any Ring Doorbell Cam. They knew who we belonged to; whether or not we belonged in that neighborhood; every move we made; had the work and home numbers of every person within a 6 block radius; and could give a detailed report on everything that went in each neighborhood 24/7. We may have thought we were getting away with something, but when our parents got home and the phone rang, we knew we were f’d. 😂🤣
Ohhh yea! I almost forgot about that! 😂😂😂 every time I thought I was getting away with something… nope! Lol… I remember one summer the neighbor came over to play in the middle of the day and my aunt came home early from work and she saw the kid neighbor and the first thing she yelled “girl! What you doing over here! I thought your mother said you were on punishment!!!” 😂😂😂🥴🥴🥴
Every street had it's own group of old people peeping out the curtains watching. And that one old retired one room school house teacher that all the kids would cross the street when we got to her house, and you walked slow and quiet past it 😅
We had a full set-The Book of Knowledge, plus the add ons of collection sets like children’s stories, great classic novels, & collected events of certain years like 61-63 etc. All hard cover, nicely bound. In fact I am pretty sure they are still somewhere in my mom’s garage. Funny thing is…we were poor, welfare poor. It never occurred to me that was a wealthy thing to have! And I’m pretty sure all of them were a wedding gift to my parents! Lol. They were divorced by time I was 2! This video made me realize not only have those books lasted well over 50 years…but Damn ma & pa knew some rich ass people!! Haha
@@shamioshiliterally every report I had as a kid was done with the info from those books. Usually 1-2 days before it was due I would start looking up whatever it was. But then I had to start getting creative connecting other things to the subject or there was not enough info to fill a paragraph! Self taught research & investigation. And NEVER had help from mom. Even if I asked for ideas, she just shrugged. Oh life was good then. Poor. No toys. Only child. But imagination & independence equals solid As & Bs all thru grade school! Talk about fluff writing! Haha
I remember we got ours from a door to door salesman, we begged and pleaded with our mom to buy the set. She was on a two-year payment plan! Yeah, we barely used them. I feel like such and a**hole looking back
The funny thing about the encyclopedias is, I remember a salesman coming over and my parents made payments on a set lmao…we used them a lot though. The 80’s ruled!
My parents lived through the depression. They were thrilled that they had food and shoes. There was no slack cuz we didn’t like cauliflower or liver. There was no threats of punishment for offenses. There was punishment. We did our homework, went to college and paid our own bills. And we knew they loved us. Miss them so much.
@@spriggy4382 it’s also true that I got paid $4.00 an hour as an RN and I chose the least expensive way to get through school. It’s also true that I saved every penny to pay my way. Raising kids I sewed clothes, prepared everything at home and grew food. If I couldn’t afford it I didn’t have it. It’s so easy to criticize anyone else’s life and know nothing about it. My father delivered newspaper as a child with cardboard in his shoes, his father was disabled by the railroad, his brother had polio, his first born sister died in infancy. My mothers family were immigrants and coal miners. There were no benefits, no welfare and no working protections. My life was easy in comparison. I honor their sacrifice and memory and aspired to respect hard work and self reliance. If anyone takes out a loan they should expect to pay it back.
Oh man. I loved red rover, dodge ball, hand ball, king of the mountain, wooden teeter totters trying to launch the other kid off the end, red hot metal slides, throwing sharp pine cones at each other. One of the best times during elementary PE was hockey in the gym. People got hurt and “oh well. That’s the game”. And nearly everyday I took a pb&j for lunch.
As a product of the 70s and 80s, I can definitely relate to all of this!!! And it brought back a lot of memories! And made me laugh at the same time, was an absolute awesome time to grow up! Friends, sports, school, and girls, that's what my life revolved around, wouldn't trade any of it.
You're spot on! Born in 78, all that mattered in my teens were friends, sports, school and try to kiss that girl!! Great times... I'm a dad now and I know it will be very different for my kid. Not worse or better but very different. Think life was easier back then
Laughing so hard. My sisters used to play Red Rover in the 60s. Boys and girls. One of the girls ran so hard that when she hit, ( it clotheslines her) she flipped and landed on her back and was knocked out. A full flip mind you, she was pretty small. She remembers coming to with all the kids leaning over her. Did they tell anyone? No. Did she go to the Dr to check for concession? No. What they did was went back to playing in the street while she "recovered" sitting on the sidewalk. Kids are tougher than we think. All of us survived and have grandkids now. Funny memories.
Yes! We have stories like that. I fell out of a big tree…never told. My bro fell into the basement of a house being built and had a big cut. We didn’t tell and kept on playing. 😂
We rode our bicycles everywhere - even the three miles along very busy roads in a large metropolitan area to get to the closest shopping mall. Parents didn’t know. We lived in a fairly new subdivision and spent a lot of time exploring the houses that were under construction and playing in the woods along a small creek that ran behind our houses. We played “kick the can” or “ghost in the graveyard” outside with 8 to 10 other neighborhood kids. My brother and I also spent many hours in the summer home alone and unsupervised watching cartoon and other goofy shows on TV - Bugs Bunny, Popeye the Sailor, the Flintstones, the Jetsons, Little Rascals, Wild West, Adams Family, the Munsters, Ultraman, Battle of the Planets, The Space Giants, etc. This was years before Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon was still very very new.
Saturday morning cartoons!!! There was Schoolhouse Rock where I learned that “ Three is a Magic Number” and what the Declaration of Independence says. Also there was Walter Cronkite- was that called “In the News?” And Big Blue Marble and Scooby Doo. There were commercials for Easy Bake ovens where we baked these mini cakes, and our hands got burned, by using the heat from an incandescent bulb. Best of all was climbing the dirt piles at all the house construction sites in our neighborhood and collecting these sharp round metal disks we found on the ground.
I grew up through the 70s and 80s with corporal punishment at school, spanking at home, parents smoked, drank and generally we were left alone to do anything we wanted.....good times.
My mom would call some acquaintance to ask if I could come over and use theirs when I had a report to do. I hated that. We couldn't remove the book from their house so I had to sit there in a stranger's kitchen and get all the info I needed. Sooooo awkward.
@@swee2251 Hell no there wasn't. Quite a racket World Book, Britannica and Funk & Wagnalls had going... You want a set of encylcopedias that knows how the Korean War worked out? Buy a new set!
90s weren't much better. I was a latchkey kid, as well. Parents expectations with kids back then were so low, as long as we didn't burn down the house or kill the dog, it was a win.
Ditto. Left home alone til 10pm age 9 in a house with 2 pistols and 6 rifles.. plus my own bb ones and my knife collection. Been cooking since i was under 10. By 12 i could hit a fly at 20 yards.
Came here to say the same thing. I stayed home from school sick at 6 years old and I knew how to feed myself kids in their teens now can barely work a microwave.
@@raes9461 by 16 i cooked as well as my grandparents, at 14 was makin tacos for and bangin 17 year olds, and could shoot the wings off a fly at 20 yards when i was 10. Sht at 15 i worked for a company making more than i did at 30 thx to fkin economic collapse and diversity hiring. Wish id stuck with game design school and moved to japan where theres still some integrity to society but 160k to prob work in a cubicle making games that were increasingly soulless seemed like a bad fkin deal.
Recess! So true! I LITERALLY sustained a concussion at recess (because '70s playground), was sent back to class, reprimanded for being woozy and loopy, finished the day, sent to bed by the babysitter, reprimanded by my mother for not finishing my meal, and then sent to bed. I obviously did wake up in the morning, but no accounting for my brains.
hit in the head with a ball while playing field hockey ball in 79. saw stars, passed out and had an egg on my head right before grad.coach did nothing 😆
80s were great and horrific at the same time. Kids were treated like 💩 and expected to turn out fine. But, the complete freedom made it all almost worth it.
@shannonr.4652 I think that most people are NOT ok but are passing the same generational trauma and the same generational insecurities onto their kids and then get mad at their kids who don't turn out differently....🙄. Gen Z, is doing their best with what tools and resources they got from their families.
I was born in early 1990, so this sounds a lot like my childhood too. Did anyone else have the experience of crying in a Wal-Mart shopping cart basket and their Mom leaning in and getting an inch away from their face and saying "IF YOU DON'T STOP CRYING, I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!!"
@@wildlightarts Nice. My personal favorite is the time mine dragged me from her car by my hair while I was screaming in fear, then threw me onto the hood of the car, all for wearing eyeliner. I was 14.
As a teeny tiny kid growing up in Queens NY in the 80s-90s my parents had multiple jobs. Between my mom and step father they held 5 jobs. My siblings and I used to live off of canned food and ramen. We’d eat green peas straight out of the can and some times crushed up the ramen and ate them like chips. On more than one occasion I had to bring my younger brother to the dentist. In Manhattan. I was about 13 and he was 11. What were they thinking?! It amazes me how I survived.
Yep, you'd crush up the ramen and then sprinkle a bit of the flavor pack in your mouth with every bite. And they were called Oodles of Noodles back then!
I was born in 86 and as such raised in the 90s (with a very over protective mother to boot), but the vast majority of the stuff mentioned here is very much relevant to my childhood. I think it's my own generation of parents that have gone mental in regards to things getting over the top.
....Did they?? I doubt it! Back when I was still keeping track of "Generation Y parents", they had the kids pretty much exactly the same as we were AS kids, except that several less year they just poison them less, and if they are a gamer they will probably try to ensure that the kids are introduced to gaming too. As well as ensuring the hear real music etc. It was MILLENIALS who wrote all the crap articles and MILLENIALS who apparently prevented children from going outside. Just like everything else they have done. Lots of Gen Y with small children and talking about their children after or before they have them, and no plans to do anything bad to them whatsoever. The only real difference being poisons and swearing and really a lot of Gen Y isn't even really aware of poisons to any degree larger then "don't eat Burger King and don't eat or buy anything that is only sold at WalMart". Many don't even know the second half of that; it seems like Boomers are actually more likely to know that then Generation Y.
@@Rayvn7why no mention of Gen X? We were born from 66 to 78, and we 60s ones did all our high school and college in the 80s. Funny, the boomers forgot us, and now the ys and zs have too. It's ok, we don't care. We are the most independent self sufficient little generation ever, and we're proud of it. Plus we are suspicious of THE MAN and want to be left alone. We can take care of ourselves, we are tough survivors with awesome senses of humor, font give a rat's arse about "woke" b.s., and are afraid of nothing but having to be subjected to all the millenial's, y's and z's whining and not knowing if they are a boy or a girl. You guys need to chill out. Go have a mud ball fight or something.
I am also an 86 baby and my mother was incredibly overprotective and watched way too much 60 minutes. That woman was the most paranoid pothead I've ever met 😂
I think people are nostalgic about the 80s coz it was the last generation to have such a carefree outlook on parenting... The 90s & early 2000s were a transitioning into the PC madness of today.
Yeah we did high school and college in the 80s Late 50s 60s starting school in 70 kids would have tied our 80s little sibs to the kitchen chair so we could get away from them to go out and play. Ha.....born in 80s people. The grunge crowd of the 90s. Lol
I love these people who rewrite their history. We didn't call them "safe spaces' but we absolutely had them. We all knew not to bring up the war or be too loud near uncle John if we wanted to live.
Cho did... just look at her earlier acts 90s, 00s, of describing the 80s. late 00s, she fell out of popularity, blamed gay men (because she went mainstream and as so many do left the smaller circuits behind then which moved on), became a drunk, married a crappy guy, sobered up, feminist, now instead of mocking asian voices - she pretends she was always a lesbian (and directly involved in those communities, when she wasn't), asian activist (and against the very thing she perpetrated) and a shero to all (i.e. everybody owes her for having a vagina and by virtue of having one, claiming to be a part of things she was never a part of because said people also had vaginas... whether it's the 80s or centuries ago.)
No disrespect but I’m dying over here…my “Uncle John” was “Uncle Rick.” If you ran through the living room when he was in it watching the game, he’d straight trip you & send you flying. Always had run burn head to toe when Uncle Rick was around…
When I was babysitting and the mom was showing me around the house for the 1st time, she opened the 2nd drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a wooden spoon, and said "If they get out of line, here's where I keep the wooden spoon." This of course was said right in front of the kids, for proper effect.
Damn. That whole Bill Burr routine were pages ripped out of my life. Especially the dog. “Wouldn’t have gotten bit if you weren’t fvcking with the dog “
Those were the days. Doors weren’t even locked and mom was always home. Happy life. Couldn’t wait for dad to come home and supper on table every night. Sundays we would always do something fun. Go for a ride as mom would say! Miss them everyday.
you had to go to your friends houses , make the effort or call them on the phone. no hiding out because we all went to one another's houses, my one friend that now does everything by text, you never hear her voice, i cut ties. I said we aren't the texting generation, if you miss me, pick up the phone once in a while, your kids are grown and gone, you do not work, but she was always lazy anyway. To us, texting is the lowest form of communiction, okay every now and then but as the main source of maintaining a friendship? not a true friend, I said see ya. don't miss her. how can you miss words on a phone screen.
In 80, I told my grandfather I was scared of the deep end of the pool. He walked over, picked me up, and tossed me in. I was soooo proud I didn't die, I felt invincible. When I was 6, I was eating a Snowball on the porch. My mother told me someone was gonna take my snack. Sure enough two Mexican brothers pushed me down and took my cupcake. I ran to my mother, crying. She slapped me and told me food stamps don't grow on trees. She told me to go take my stuff back. She even gave me fighting tips. I got destroyed,never got my cake back, but made two new friends. Cause thier mom saw what was happening, she said 2 against 1 wasn't fair and they had to apologize.
I jumped in backward once age 6 and my chin landed on the concrete lip...blood in the water, im screaming, my parents just yelled at me and i had to swim around to the stairs and get out...bleeding everywhere... they put a towel on my chin and told me to apply pressure, drove me to clinic in the back of a pick up still wet and I got 10 stitches without pain meds.
@rickwrites2612 when I was around 6 I freaked out at the dentist and he stabbed his hand with the needle. He made my mom hold me down while he drilled my tooth, things were different.
I had a teacher who smoked IN CLASS while standing by the door and blew the smoke outside. We could smoke at school once we were 16. Nearly everyone smoked in the 80s. Another teacher puffed on a pipe that was half weed, half tobacco...it was so obvious. And no one cared, because at least we were at school.
Grew up in the 80’s and 90’s. It is crazy how different everything is now. My kids can’t even fathom not having a pause button to use the restroom during a show and get annoyed having to watch a 5 second ad! They don’t even know how good they have it that they can bring their “tv” to the restroom with them!
Exactly! And I don't get how people can complain about commercials on a free platform (such as RUclips). Cable and Pay per view were so expensive back in the day that I really appreciate everything I have access to here.
I was born in 1964 , there was 5 of us, Mom and stepdad made us leave house in the morning jug of koolaid bag of peanut butter and jelly sandwich’s and we couldn’t come home till six. Parents had no idea where we were or what we were doing, me and my older sister were driving at 12 and 15. It was a different time for sure.
My dad's favorite quip was "go play in the traffic." And we did, all day long. The birthday game was dropping clothespins through the opening in the top of a glass milk bottle. Priceless.
Grew up in the 70s. I was a kid who played outside all day until you had to come in when the street lights come on. You drank water from the outside hose, rode bikes at night, and spit watermelon seeds at each other. There was no Children Protective System, it was your responsibility to keep your house key around your necklace and start dinner without a microwave.
I was born in '82 so I can definitely relate! 😂 I grew up in the country so the only difference was that we had to be home before the sun went down. There were no street lights where I lived. Lol
...Yeah well there's also the part where you're not a member of Generation X, so a "home by time based on lights" was unlikely and if you aren't home by any given clock-time your mom can just look out the patio and tell you to come in most of the time.
Jo Koy is my heart. I adore him bc not only is he hysterical but he's got this great ability to make me watch his shows anytime I'm sad bc I will always feel better after.
I get a kick out of Jo Koy too. But have you ever seen Mia act out his routine, it's hysterical!! Look under ventureswithmia. The ones she does of Kevin Hart are fantastic too. Look at the Kevin Hart routine she does on his daughter's sleepover. I've got it saved to laugh at whenever i need a chuckle.
Ohh, the dirty early 80's was a glorious time to be a kid! Sure, you were still playing with Star Wars figures in the backyard. Yet, you had a boom box next to you blasting AC/DC tapes you bought at K-MART!! Hence, why us GENX'ers are the coolest!😎
My 5th grade teacher had a delightful birthday tradition. If it was your birthday, the whole class would go outside and stand in line with their legs wide. As the lucky birthday boy or girl, you got to crawl between their legs on your hands and knees on the dirt and rocks while they each spanked you on your butt as hard as they possibly could. Typing this now, it seems impossible that this could have happened , but I still distinctly remember how hard I tried not to cry. It never even occurred to me to complain to my parents.
Holy crap.....I forgot all about the birthday spanking. As many as you were old. Wth was THAT all about anyway. Wow. Weird, the stuff ya forget that is still in there. Omg, and the pinch to grow an inch. Remember that too? Wow.
I remember the birthday paddle wheel too! I grew up in the 80's! Way better time.! Parents and teachers were strict but you were given a lot of freedom and you better behave or you'll get it more than once. We had to be creative, play games and get along with neighborhood kids because you spent all your time together outside of school until dinner. My Mom would wake us up on non-school days and tell us "Go outside and get the stink blown off and don't come back until the streetlights come on." We were only allowed to come back for bathroom breaks and meals. We were respectful of elders and watched out for each other as kids. My parents hardly said I love you but I knew they LOVED ME to my CORE. BEST childhood ever and BEST parents ever!!! RIP Mom and Dad
Looked up Nate's story, the kid lived. In fact several zoos rushed their antivenom to the children's hospital he was in after the one he stole from ran out. It took that much to save him.
Had to read an article from 1983 and this was the best part "After the incident, fears were expressed for the welfare of the snakes by zoo officials, who described the vipers as passive creatures, unaccustomed even to slight disruption in their environment. The events of April 4, a zoo snake expert said, represented "the most activity these snakes will ever experience. Yesterday, however, Dr. Dale Marcellini, the zoo's curator of herpetology said the animals were "doing fine." One of the pair, believed to be the male, is now again on display in the reptile house, Marcellini said. The other is still in seclusion in basement quarters, he said."
I graduated high school in 83, my parents grew up in the depression and my siblings were all boomers. I was the oops baby. Life was rough and tumble, my sister's were just as rough as my brothers.
@@rustzz8 or like when Seinfeld asks Elaine, so, how do girls torment each other? "oh, we'd just tease them until they developed an eating disorder..."
In 1992, Senator Joe Biden pushed the No Gun School Act. School shootings went way up after that. A shooter wants to be the most important and respected and feared person during his rampage; no gun zones ensure that.
Ah- 80s recess was definitely very Lord of the Flies. In 3rd grade, all of us were obsessed with a game we called “Suicide” which was a cross of dodgeball meets racquetball with a lacrosse ball. It was bananas because if you got pegged with the ball, you we’re definitely going to bleed. 😂
Born in 69. Every teacher in elementary school had a paddle and used it. The 6th grade teacher's paddle had holes drilled in it to make it hurt more. Then you'd get it when you got home! Crazy
Also born in '69! My junior high principal kept his fraternity paddle hanging on the wall in his office, and that's what you would get paddled with if you were sent to see him. But everyone knew the REAL terror would be what happened when your dad got home!
My younger sister and I both grew up during the 70's and 80's answering the telephone without even knowing who was calling, and yet we somehow managed to survive into adulthood. The telephone was a primitive, large device that hung on the wall, and we had to know how to use the dial thingy on it to get it to work, which included dialing "O" to speak to the operator. Or we had to look up a number in something that used to be known as a telephone book. We also had to know how to look up things in encyclopedias without asking Google what something meant. We learned how to read paper maps without the internet helping us. And when we went to school back then, there was dangerous equipment like seesaws and a merry-go-round on it that we used to play on. And to get to the school, there was no bus monitor to tell you not to run out into traffic or let yourself get trapped under the huge bus wheel and get run over.
And as you pointed out we read books, actual newspapers, and couldn't use the internet or calculators (we were expected to solve math in our heads) since that was cheating and was an automatic F. We learned proper English and spoke well so that we were respected and our words had meaning. The way everything now is by texting and using letters instead of the word or phrase has started the dumbing down of the kids now. But what I feel sorry most about is the loss of childhood the kids have had since the 80s because of so much danger just trying to play and hang out without worrying about someone snatching them up. The world is so much harder to live in than when I was growing up in the 50s. So I cut the younger generations some slack for what they have to deal with. As far as phones in my childhood, they started out with black heavy things that could kill a person if they got knocked upside the head with it. Also our phone numbers started with two letters then 5 numbers, and I had a party line until my 20s. Most of you have no idea what that is so look it up, that would drive younger people up the wall!!l 😂
Yep, and if you were lucky, that phone cord would reach into the bathroom or your bedroom so you could talk in private. Until your mom picked up on the other line and after dialing in your ear, yelled at you for trying up the line again.
Bill Burr described being an early 80s kid perfectly. Like I literally grew up in exactly the same family as him and can relate to EVERYTHING he said lol
I’m an 80’s kid. I didn’t come home until it was dark (staying inside and watching tv was a big N.O) my parents never knew where I was. If I came home, it was for food or because I was bleeding. I grew up like that as all 80’s kids did. I moved out when I was 18, got married at 23 and had a kid at 24, went to college, and had a career in that time frame while taking care of the fam. My daughter is 18 and I have to get her baby chewable Tylenol because she can’t swallow normal size pills… I don’t know where I went wrong.
@@shforty-seven5573I am embarrassed to say that I regret losing my temper once with each of my two children. One of those times was over my daughter not being able to take a pill.
In the 1980's....If my mom didn't know where I was,she'd call another mom and they'd know. Did anyone elses' mom shout their name throughout the neighborhood and then the neighbor would tell you to go home and they'd call your mom......
Not sure if you know this but as a university instructor at an elite school, about 1-2x per year I had a parent call complaint about a student grade. This was unthinkable growing up. Teachers and professors graded. Grades aren’t perfectly reflective of learning, but agreement even among grad student TAs in great book essays is remarkably consistent and almost all courses have intitial and follow up grading meetings. When I was a student my parents never sided against a teacher on a poor grade. Less than excellent performance was 100% my fault. I would have faced a very high burden of proof to get my parents to side against a teacher and I had some bad ones, but never considered complaining to my parents. Also caught misbeving by another parent meant a harsh punishment for me. There is a medium where bad teachers and strange, probably uncommon incidents, of abusive parents harming other children occur, and should be checked. Principals, deans, PTA subgroups can enforce ameliorating norms. But from talks with highschool teachers it seems the pendulum had swung wild. Added: I never minded explaining to a parent why a student failed and saying what the student could do to improve learning and grades, but about half my calls were pleas for special treatment, usually extra-credit requests. As teachers know, these out of fairness have to be extended to the whole class and usually the poor students do a poor job or shirk it entirely and the top students end up with scores exceeding 100%.
I’m a high school math teacher and I just resigned from teaching at a private school because I just couldn’t take the constant emails and phone calls from parents regarding grades-always looking for a less stressful easier way for their 11th graders-soon to be in college-to pass Algebra II. I even had parents ask if their child could get an extra day or two to prepare for an exam!! Ridiculous!! It’s really scary to think that one day these overprotected, coddled kids will be in charge of this country 😩
@@chillie2552dude, I hear ya. What in the world are these kids going to do when they go out into the real world. I've never seen a more coddled weak bunch in all my years. Every kid has an ILP. Notes on what they need emotionally, etc. It's ridiculous.
The days when the vice principal slammed the idiots up against the locker and told them to knock it off. 😂 The smart ones knocked it off. The stupid ones got slammed against the locker the next week. God bless Mr. T. He died in one of the planes on 9/11 😢
I grew up through the 70s and the 80s, and I can confirm what they say is true. We also would get whipped at school for being bad and then whipped when we got home by our parents for misbehaving. Awe, the good old days.😊
I remember ding dong ditching with my friends on many occasions. One night a guy chased us down and punched the first kid he caught. No harm no foul. That was the 80’s. Oh and kick the can. Best game ever!!
We used to play dodgeball after school everyday waiting for our buses to come & some of those boys were ruthless. My principal started calling it blood ball and outlawed it. 😂
Yeah, and you learned how to function socially and not be a weirdo. If you did or said weird unacceptable crap, you got called out on it, and told to straighten up or go elsewhere. You learned how to be a part of society and contribute. Now we have a bunch of social misfits doing all kinds of weird stuff who don't even know how to live as part of a normal society. Try cheating at a kickball game in the 70s, see how fast you are schooled on NOT being a cheating loser. No one is explaining the reality of normal expectations of a civil society. Lots of very confused brains full of mush wandering around who missed out on normal life learning experiences.
Omg, I was the oldest of my siblings and of all my parents' friends. I was whored out to babysit constantly so, of course, all the boomers could go party.
@@proudamerican2133 To be fair...as soon as my sister that was only 2 yrs younger got a little older...I would delegate the roll to her while i went to play...until she started to get old enough to realize it wasn't the honour i made it out to be...lol.
@@henriquetelles36it was ALWAYS a serious problem but people weren’t aware. Did you know that children used to be property and there were no laws preventing child abuse? It was no one’s business what happened behind closed doors and no one said anything. When people actually started doing something about it, guess what was said? Nosy people should mind their own business like they did in the old days. It doesn’t matter if little Timmy over there has 2 black eyes and is starving to death. Kids should be property like they always have been!
I suppose non-Western and non-North-Western Europe is taking a bit longer to arrive at the 2000s in some respects lol Respectfully, someone born in 1996 in Bulgaria 😅💕
My friends would take off running when they saw my Dad's ElCamino pulling up. They were not even doing anything wrong. Lol. They just thought he might spank or whip them for whatever. Haha
When I was in first grade (in the 'the early '80s), we had an art teacher who for some reason, couldn't draw a line without shaking. He was very quiet and couldn't control a room full of six year olds. One day, he picked up my girlfriend up out of her chair and shook her in front of the whole class. I think she was just talking or something, nothing major. We all just went quiet. I don't think anybody ever talked about it again. He was the only adult in the room, so he basically, he got away with it.
In my neighborhood in the 70s kids would disappear all day long. At dinner time, parents would simply stand in front of their house and scream out each child's name. And from some far away, distant place you would hear a faint response - "Coming...!!"
The 80's was the greatest decade ever. Ronald Reagan was the president, we had gigantic stereo boom boxes blasting Van Halen and Ozzy Osbourne, parents never knew what we were doing, stayed out all day until the street lights came on, having dirt clod and orange fights with the neighbor kids, digging dangerous underground tunnels and forts in the backyard, building and sleeping in treehouses without safety harnesses, riding illegal mini bikes all over town, sneeking my mom s station wagon for a spin around the block when we were 12 or 13, playing Smear the Queer and dodgeball when someone would inevitably get hurt (parents never found out), making black powder bombs and setting them off in the street, making calcium carbide cannons and using them to shoot tennis balls sky high so the neighbor kids could play 3 flies up, watching Six Million Dollar Man on TV, Saturday morning cartoons, going to the beach and having fire pits with hot dogs (they have ripped out all the fire pits at the beach) body surfing with no adults around, not to mention the decade produced some of the greatest music in history with some of the bands still pumping out music today My friends and I have nothing but the greatest memories of that wonderful time
You just described my exact childhood up until i graduated high school in 84. It was the best to be born in latter 60s, growing up in the 70s, coming of age in the 80s. It's like you grew up in our neighborhood you described it so well.
My mom was home, dad worked 2-3 jobs. We got hit by mom, if it was bad enough belt from dad, but yeah society wasn’t holding your hands. You didn’t have to wear helmets. You just lived, brushed yourself off when you fell, and kept moving! A great time to be a kid in the 80s.
The second guy....it's all true!. I just remember my mom coming home from night shift at 7am in summer,, handing us a peach and kicking us out so she could sleep.. we were 5 & 8! We ran in gangs on bikes, collecting pop bottles to pay for candy, drinking from hoses, you could be anywhere for dinner as long as you called in lol....I feel sorry for kids today, no matter how many cruises they've been on!❤
Couple big moments of the 80s to bring smiles to us kiddos…E.T. Movie. The start of MTV! Waiting for Thriller video/movie to debut! Olivia-Newton John’s Physical! Everyone loved her from Grease! In a very short time period we all went from LP Albums to 8 tracks to cassette tapes to CDs! So many memories that no kids today will ever understand. Instant gratification & never getting to anticipate or want for things & no sense of American-ism. Damn shame really. Cuz it was way better & more fun back in the day!!
My wife passed away in 1986 leaving me with two sons ages 7 and 11 to raise. A few weeks later thinking how will I raise these boys while working and a single father. Then the thought came. I screamed diwn the hall. "Platoon 394 get out on the road". They ran down the hallway stood at attention in the middle of the living room with two bright smiles. I told them we going to run this house like a Marine Corp barracks. Gave them a list of shores, told them they will stay in school until they graduate high schools, play sports, stay in the Scouts and church. Instructored them if they any problems come to me and I would help them. 11 years later my sons took me out for a steak dinner on Mother's Day. After the meal the oldest motioned to the waitress. She came out with a cake and one candle lite. On the cake "Happy Mothers Day, Dad". They gave me a card. Inside signed by both sons. "Mom would be proud of you Dad. Happy Mothers Day". We still very close to this day.
I have two boys as well, your story made me cry. Very proud of you.
Semper Fi
Good on you dude, you deserve the praise.
This is beautiful, I could cry!❤
Who is cutting onions?
"It's 10pm. Do you know where your children are?"
Homer: "I told you last night, NO."
Don't forget the nightly announcement of an escaped murderer roaming your neighborhood.
The FBI's most wanted list.
I had to make sure the doors were locked and then zigzag up the stairs.
Or the "Never shake a baby" ad. And there was also one to remind parents to hug us 😂
That was the legal curfew in my town, Sunday through Thursday. Friday and Saturday night was Midnight.😅😮😊
LMAO 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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I was raised by a single parent. I came home to an empty house every day after school. I was expected to clean, cook dinner for me and my brother, do my homework and stay out of trouble. I was not allowed to call my mother at work unless we were bleeding or the house was on fire. I had to grow up really fast, but now I’m grateful for it, because I can handle being an adult and I can take care of myself.
It's said, y'know, by a panel of experts our generation is the least bitchy by comparison to those after us. One thing that bad or absentee parents produce is resourceful, sarcastic children. Whatever degree of good or bad it was, we lived to tell the tale and capitalize on it.
100000000% my life. Literally told only call if the house was on fire. Mom was a nurse she expected 9 year old me to fix bleeding.
@@xanderjames6510 ah yes, I am a millennial but as Iliza Schlesinger says I am an *elder* millennial! Lol
@@gwendahatcher1665 my mom worked at a hospital too, as a respiratory therapist. She worked her ass off
And it had better be ARTERIAL bleeding.
So after my Sicilian grandma told a little boy to go home for dinner, he peed on our driveway (in front of her). She smacked him so hard. He went and told his grandma (who was my grandmas friend) Then his grandma whacked him and made him come back and apologize. The year 1983.
Yep! That’s how it was for generations! I’m 76 and that’s how it was when I was a kid! You did t go one and complain about the grandma down the block!
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I remember
Picture it! Sicily, 1983!
Haha! Back when adults told kids to knock it off.
I was poor, I didn’t have encyclopedias. I said, “Can you get me a set?” I was told, “You have one. It’s in the free library down the road.”😂
My dad, same
I was jealous of the kids w globes.. Haha..
@@staceycarmody9970 Haha 😆 haha
Adults cut us zero slack in the 70's. I remember at recess the teachers would all stand around smoking cigarettes and laughing at us while we played 'Kill the Man with the Ball'. Playgrounds were all metal on black asphalt, and at least 3 or 4 kids lost a tooth every year playing teether ball. Good times.
I was just talking about how the metal slides would burn your skin and somehow also ripped it off as you slid. 🤕
I was a kid in the 50s, try checking out what we did. I know just about everyone I knew hung out by the RR tracks, or by creeks, or just climbing up water towers. It's a wonder we survived. 😂
We called it "smear the queer." I'm gonna be sued for saying that.
Teether baaaaaaall!! Yeees! My favorite!! I was so good at that game. Good times!
Our bus driver smoked.
When I grew up. We literallly ate breakfast and went outside to play only coming back to eat or use the bathroom. The rule was to come home when the street lights were on and no, my parents didn't know where we were playing. We'd ride our bikes where ever, play in fields and playgrounds. Oh, there was an exception. if we were going into a friends house, we always had to go home and ask permission.
Exact same rules at my house.
Me too! And it was glorious. I loved riding my bicycle anyway so I rode wherever I wanted to like the library, to see friends, to go a stained glass making class at a rival church and explore every crook and cranny in my neighborhood. Then I got a bf who was a bicycle enthusiast and we rode even further differences like to the train station 5 miles down the road and we'd ride into Center City Philadelphia just to walk around the city. We'd also like around Reading Terminal looking at exotic foods or to go to museums. Never told my mom. Looking back we were lucky we never got mugged or into an accident.
💯 good times. When did our Nation lose its way ?
Or call on a landline.
My neighbors daughter says her Dad calls us bad influences because she plays outside in the tree fort with her best friend. 😂
The lack of supervision was parental neglect for sure, but looking back, I'm glad we had such incredible freedoms to explore and play. I'm also very glad our mistakes weren't recorded on iphones and then uploaded to the internet.
Yes, life without mobile phones and cameras everywhere was so much better!! We where creative, feeling alife, playing outside with all of our passion and going for a dance at night at age of 14 afterwards with 40 ppl or more went to the outside swimmingpool having so much fun until as usual police came and send us away.. 😂sneaking back in the home early morning and everyone pretended nothing happened. noone ever gave a fuck about my school results, problems with kids, teachers or emotions. Just take care of yourself and at home b invisible, shut up blend in and dont ask nothing.
But everyone was being raised almost identically, so we were none the wiser. It was just life, we weren't complaining or anything 😁
So true about the media! 😂
I was telling a younger friend that my parents (both narcissistic boomers), left me alone in our apartment at 8years old, while they went on vacation. The neighbour made me food and made sure the door was locked at night.
Enjoy the "old ways" like taking your kids to nature 🌲 WHILE WE CAN 💔 THE ELITES ARE DESTROYING EVERYTHING for the rest of us #STOPtheWEF ✊ 🌎 WORLDWIDE REVOLUTION 30 COUNTRIES STANDING AGAINST THE WORLD ECONOMIC FORUM ELITES 🔥Love, Mom
I grew up in the 70’s. Best years for kids, ever! Our parents were surprised when we came home!
My family had the complete set of "World Book Encyclopedias." The colors were a light khaki and dark green w/gold lettering. I kid you not - for fun, hobby time, I read the entire set. I LOVED it. I am still SO appreciative to my parents for sacrificing to get it for us kids; encouraging us to study and learn. I more as that about today's ability to get instant knowledge on the 'Net. There's just something about having a beautiful, physical book to read in your hands...😊
I love reading from an actual book. 💜💚❤️
Yes!
"Look that up in your Funkle-Wagna" lol!
That's the set we had!
Me too! Those were the days!
Same here! Loved flipping through and learning about this n that. My favorites were the dog and cat sections that showed the breeds and the human anatomy section with the transparent layers for bones, muscles, organs, etc.
Agree 💯 😅
Our parents may not have been home, but there was a network of spies in every neighborhood that were better at keeping track of what was going on than any Ring Doorbell Cam.
They knew who we belonged to; whether or not we belonged in that neighborhood; every move we made; had the work and home numbers of every person within a 6 block radius; and could give a detailed report on everything that went in each neighborhood 24/7.
We may have thought we were getting away with something, but when our parents got home and the phone rang, we knew we were f’d. 😂🤣
Same here! All the parents on my street knew each other and would report our behavior!!
Ohhh yea! I almost forgot about that! 😂😂😂 every time I thought I was getting away with something… nope! Lol… I remember one summer the neighbor came over to play in the middle of the day and my aunt came home early from work and she saw the kid neighbor and the first thing she yelled “girl! What you doing over here! I thought your mother said you were on punishment!!!” 😂😂😂🥴🥴🥴
@@MamiTT237 😂🤣 busted!!
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Every street had it's own group of old people peeping out the curtains watching. And that one old retired one room school house teacher that all the kids would cross the street when we got to her house, and you walked slow and quiet past it 😅
That encyclopedia joke was on point 😂 my grandparents had a set when I was young I knew we made it 😂😂
Facts! And when you had a report due at school, you'd hit the jackpot if that one kid w/ encyclopedias was your friend.
We had two sets.
We had a full set-The Book of Knowledge, plus the add ons of collection sets like children’s stories, great classic novels, & collected events of certain years like 61-63 etc. All hard cover, nicely bound. In fact I am pretty sure they are still somewhere in my mom’s garage. Funny thing is…we were poor, welfare poor. It never occurred to me that was a wealthy thing to have! And I’m pretty sure all of them were a wedding gift to my parents! Lol. They were divorced by time I was 2! This video made me realize not only have those books lasted well over 50 years…but Damn ma & pa knew some rich ass people!! Haha
@@shamioshiliterally every report I had as a kid was done with the info from those books. Usually 1-2 days before it was due I would start looking up whatever it was. But then I had to start getting creative connecting other things to the subject or there was not enough info to fill a paragraph! Self taught research & investigation. And NEVER had help from mom. Even if I asked for ideas, she just shrugged. Oh life was good then. Poor. No toys. Only child. But imagination & independence equals solid As & Bs all thru grade school! Talk about fluff writing! Haha
I remember we got ours from a door to door salesman, we begged and pleaded with our mom to buy the set. She was on a two-year payment plan! Yeah, we barely used them. I feel like such and a**hole looking back
The funny thing about the encyclopedias is, I remember a salesman coming over and my parents made payments on a set lmao…we used them a lot though. The 80’s ruled!
Ooooo. Rich kid!
My uncle sold encyclopedias for a while, they were so cool. I remember when I finally got Q. Felt so special
'60s, too!!
Facts! My mother still has them.
After my parents died and I went to their house to clean up. The encyclopedias were still there since I was a kid.
My best friend was Asian...her father made he read the encyclopedias and the dictionary. She made a perfect score on her SAT.
That's a good idea, though.
I loved reading encyclopedias and dictionaries for fun 😂😂😂
@skeeter3310you think we asian dont have ADD too? But our fear of our parents made us do it.
My best friend was Asian.* Her father made her* read ...
That's how my neighbor taught her daughter about sex. She bookmarked every encyclopedia entry about anatomy and reproduction and made her memorize it.
My parents lived through the depression. They were thrilled that they had food and shoes. There was no slack cuz we didn’t like cauliflower or liver. There was no threats of punishment for offenses. There was punishment. We did our homework, went to college and paid our own bills. And we knew they loved us. Miss them so much.
Easy to say you paid your own bills and went to college when a hamburger probably cost 35 cents and your school loans costs the same as a TV today.
@@spriggy4382 it’s also true that I got paid $4.00 an hour as an RN and I chose the least expensive way to get through school. It’s also true that I saved every penny to pay my way. Raising kids I sewed clothes, prepared everything at home and grew food. If I couldn’t afford it I didn’t have it. It’s so easy to criticize anyone else’s life and know nothing about it. My father delivered newspaper as a child with cardboard in his shoes, his father was disabled by the railroad, his brother had polio, his first born sister died in infancy. My mothers family were immigrants and coal miners. There were no benefits, no welfare and no working protections. My life was easy in comparison. I honor their sacrifice and memory and aspired to respect hard work and self reliance. If anyone takes out a loan they should expect to pay it back.
Awww.
" hold the line", like we're braveheart" 😂😂
@@Mushroom321- that was from a comedy show, right? What the hell is her name?
Oh man. I loved red rover, dodge ball, hand ball, king of the mountain, wooden teeter totters trying to launch the other kid off the end, red hot metal slides, throwing sharp pine cones at each other. One of the best times during elementary PE was hockey in the gym. People got hurt and “oh well. That’s the game”. And nearly everyday I took a pb&j for lunch.
Don't forget King chase the queen and Rover, Rover where's your bone, somebody took it from your home!😂
Forgot about king of the mountain 😂
Remember Smear the Queer?
I was an 80's mom!!!! Son born in 1977...loved the 80's and 90's!!! My best decades👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
As a product of the 70s and 80s, I can definitely relate to all of this!!! And it brought back a lot of memories! And made me laugh at the same time, was an absolute awesome time to grow up! Friends, sports, school, and girls, that's what my life revolved around, wouldn't trade any of it.
Same, can relate a lot!
I wouldn't either!!!
You're spot on! Born in 78, all that mattered in my teens were friends, sports, school and try to kiss that girl!! Great times... I'm a dad now and I know it will be very different for my kid. Not worse or better but very different. Think life was easier back then
Laughing so hard. My sisters used to play Red Rover in the 60s. Boys and girls. One of the girls ran so hard that when she hit, ( it clotheslines her) she flipped and landed on her back and was knocked out. A full flip mind you, she was pretty small. She remembers coming to with all the kids leaning over her. Did they tell anyone? No. Did she go to the Dr to check for concession? No. What they did was went back to playing in the street while she "recovered" sitting on the sidewalk. Kids are tougher than we think. All of us survived and have grandkids now. Funny memories.
Yes! We have stories like that. I fell out of a big tree…never told. My bro fell into the basement of a house being built and had a big cut. We didn’t tell and kept on playing. 😂
She’s probably dumb as a bag of rocks to this day. A concussion cares not if you’re too stupid to know what one is.
I loved the 80’s. Latch key kids everywhere. Had to be home by dark, and don’t talk to strangers. Easy rules💁🏼♀️
Had to come in when the streetlights came on.
And no fucking cell phones...pure freedom.
Right!!!😮😮
Yup. Roamed in hordes. Nobody would try to mess with any of us. No worries.
@leel.5818and growing up in small towns, there WERE no strangers. Everyone knew who the weirdos were. And they feared US.
If another parent punished you, you took it alone because if your own parents found out, you'd get it again. 😂
100% truth. The worst whoopins were always the ones that came after someone else’s parent had already straightened me out.
That was back when parents had each other's backs😂
Same with school. You got a swat in school you couldn't run home to whine about it or you got it again 😂
@@juliearmfield2634they ran straight recon on our young asses 🤣❤️
@@divinecommerce3912 oh yeah they did and there wasn't a damn thing you could say or do about it. 🤣🤣🤣
We rode our bicycles everywhere - even the three miles along very busy roads in a large metropolitan area to get to the closest shopping mall. Parents didn’t know. We lived in a fairly new subdivision and spent a lot of time exploring the houses that were under construction and playing in the woods along a small creek that ran behind our houses. We played “kick the can” or “ghost in the graveyard” outside with 8 to 10 other neighborhood kids. My brother and I also spent many hours in the summer home alone and unsupervised watching cartoon and other goofy shows on TV - Bugs Bunny, Popeye the Sailor, the Flintstones, the Jetsons, Little Rascals, Wild West, Adams Family, the Munsters, Ultraman, Battle of the Planets, The Space Giants, etc. This was years before Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon was still very very new.
Didn't cartoons only come on during Saturday mornings back then?
Ghost in the graveyard that brings me back.
Same an all things, new development, bike riding, same gamed. Middle America in the 70s n 80s
@@runnergo1398 New cartoons were only on Saturday morning. Old stuff, like Bugs and Flintstones, were on daily.
Saturday morning cartoons!!! There was Schoolhouse Rock where I learned that “ Three is a Magic Number” and what the Declaration of Independence says. Also there was Walter Cronkite- was that called “In the News?” And Big Blue Marble and Scooby Doo. There were commercials for Easy Bake ovens where we baked these mini cakes, and our hands got burned, by using the heat from an incandescent bulb. Best of all was climbing the dirt piles at all the house construction sites in our neighborhood and collecting these sharp round metal disks we found on the ground.
I grew up through the 70s and 80s with corporal punishment at school, spanking at home, parents smoked, drank and generally we were left alone to do anything we wanted.....good times.
I learned to be an adult too
An encyclopedia set was like a computer back in day.
My mom would call some acquaintance to ask if I could come over and use theirs when I had a report to do. I hated that. We couldn't remove the book from their house so I had to sit there in a stranger's kitchen and get all the info I needed. Sooooo awkward.
And there was no updating.
@@swee2251 Hell no there wasn't. Quite a racket World Book, Britannica and Funk & Wagnalls had going... You want a set of encylcopedias that knows how the Korean War worked out? Buy a new set!
90s weren't much better. I was a latchkey kid, as well. Parents expectations with kids back then were so low, as long as we didn't burn down the house or kill the dog, it was a win.
Who are you kidding? They didn't give a shjt about the dog either 😂😂
Facts 😂
Ditto. Left home alone til 10pm age 9 in a house with 2 pistols and 6 rifles.. plus my own bb ones and my knife collection. Been cooking since i was under 10. By 12 i could hit a fly at 20 yards.
Came here to say the same thing. I stayed home from school sick at 6 years old and I knew how to feed myself kids in their teens now can barely work a microwave.
@@raes9461 by 16 i cooked as well as my grandparents, at 14 was makin tacos for and bangin 17 year olds, and could shoot the wings off a fly at 20 yards when i was 10. Sht at 15 i worked for a company making more than i did at 30 thx to fkin economic collapse and diversity hiring. Wish id stuck with game design school and moved to japan where theres still some integrity to society but 160k to prob work in a cubicle making games that were increasingly soulless seemed like a bad fkin deal.
Recess! So true! I LITERALLY sustained a concussion at recess (because '70s playground), was sent back to class, reprimanded for being woozy and loopy, finished the day, sent to bed by the babysitter, reprimanded by my mother for not finishing my meal, and then sent to bed. I obviously did wake up in the morning, but no accounting for my brains.
Seriously, the amount of DNA we left on those playgrounds.
hit in the head with a ball while playing field hockey ball in 79. saw stars, passed out and had an egg on my head right before grad.coach did nothing 😆
80s were great and horrific at the same time. Kids were treated like 💩 and expected to turn out fine. But, the complete freedom made it all almost worth it.
I think that, for the most part, we did turn out fine. I don't hold out any hope for the cosseted Gen Z, however.
Oh please. Try growing up in the 60's and 70's. (And now somebody will tell me "Oh please. Try growing up in the 40's and 50's") And so on.
@shannonr.4652 I think that most people are NOT ok but are passing the same generational trauma and the same generational insecurities onto their kids and then get mad at their kids who don't turn out differently....🙄.
Gen Z, is doing their best with what tools and resources they got from their families.
@@TheGlssr60Exactly.
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I was born in early 1990, so this sounds a lot like my childhood too. Did anyone else have the experience of crying in a Wal-Mart shopping cart basket and their Mom leaning in and getting an inch away from their face and saying "IF YOU DON'T STOP CRYING, I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!!"
my mother use to say that a lot. she also left me on the side of the road for crying in her car.
@@wildlightarts Nice. My personal favorite is the time mine dragged me from her car by my hair while I was screaming in fear, then threw me onto the hood of the car, all for wearing eyeliner. I was 14.
Ouch! Somehow we made it! & Now tweens be wearing make up to make them look like 20 year olds. @@allisonhunter1063
I thought my Dad was the owner of that line. Lol!
That happened to my sister and I in roses and Kmart
The whole neighborhood had the right to spank you. 😂😂😂 And the Principal had a paddle!!! 😂😂😂
As a teeny tiny kid growing up in Queens NY in the 80s-90s my parents had multiple jobs. Between my mom and step father they held 5 jobs. My siblings and I used to live off of canned food and ramen. We’d eat green peas straight out of the can and some times crushed up the ramen and ate them like chips.
On more than one occasion I had to bring my younger brother to the dentist. In Manhattan. I was about 13 and he was 11. What were they thinking?! It amazes me how I survived.
Yep, you'd crush up the ramen and then sprinkle a bit of the flavor pack in your mouth with every bite. And they were called Oodles of Noodles back then!
@@Ochreificationyes, oodles of noodles! 😂
I was born in 86 and as such raised in the 90s (with a very over protective mother to boot), but the vast majority of the stuff mentioned here is very much relevant to my childhood. I think it's my own generation of parents that have gone mental in regards to things getting over the top.
....Did they?? I doubt it! Back when I was still keeping track of "Generation Y parents", they had the kids pretty much exactly the same as we were AS kids, except that several less year they just poison them less, and if they are a gamer they will probably try to ensure that the kids are introduced to gaming too. As well as ensuring the hear real music etc. It was MILLENIALS who wrote all the crap articles and MILLENIALS who apparently prevented children from going outside. Just like everything else they have done. Lots of Gen Y with small children and talking about their children after or before they have them, and no plans to do anything bad to them whatsoever. The only real difference being poisons and swearing and really a lot of Gen Y isn't even really aware of poisons to any degree larger then "don't eat Burger King and don't eat or buy anything that is only sold at WalMart". Many don't even know the second half of that; it seems like Boomers are actually more likely to know that then Generation Y.
@@Rayvn7why no mention of Gen X? We were born from 66 to 78, and we 60s ones did all our high school and college in the 80s. Funny, the boomers forgot us, and now the ys and zs have too. It's ok, we don't care. We are the most independent self sufficient little generation ever, and we're proud of it. Plus we are suspicious of THE MAN and want to be left alone. We can take care of ourselves, we are tough survivors with awesome senses of humor, font give a rat's arse about "woke" b.s., and are afraid of nothing but having to be subjected to all the millenial's, y's and z's whining and not knowing if they are a boy or a girl. You guys need to chill out. Go have a mud ball fight or something.
@@Rayvn7I think you're confusing Gen X and Xenials with actual millennials
I am also an 86 baby and my mother was incredibly overprotective and watched way too much 60 minutes. That woman was the most paranoid pothead I've ever met 😂
I was born in 1958 and I promise you a lot of this stuff happened way before the 80's!!
Ooooooh yes!!! Born in 1959. Totally unsupervised and feral!!! 😂 And here I am, just fine 😊
I think people are nostalgic about the 80s coz it was the last generation to have such a carefree outlook on parenting...
The 90s & early 2000s were a transitioning into the PC madness of today.
We all know this
Perspective. Love it!
Yeah we did high school and college in the 80s
Late 50s 60s starting school in 70 kids would have tied our 80s little sibs to the kitchen chair so we could get away from them to go out and play. Ha.....born in 80s people. The grunge crowd of the 90s. Lol
I love these people who rewrite their history. We didn't call them "safe spaces' but we absolutely had them. We all knew not to bring up the war or be too loud near uncle John if we wanted to live.
And no one brought up politics or religion. Unwritten rule. Safe spaces were definitely there. Everywhere, really. Mostly just for the adults, though.
Cho did... just look at her earlier acts 90s, 00s, of describing the 80s. late 00s, she fell out of popularity, blamed gay men (because she went mainstream and as so many do left the smaller circuits behind then which moved on), became a drunk, married a crappy guy, sobered up, feminist, now instead of mocking asian voices - she pretends she was always a lesbian (and directly involved in those communities, when she wasn't), asian activist (and against the very thing she perpetrated) and a shero to all (i.e. everybody owes her for having a vagina and by virtue of having one, claiming to be a part of things she was never a part of because said people also had vaginas... whether it's the 80s or centuries ago.)
No disrespect but I’m dying over here…my “Uncle John” was “Uncle Rick.” If you ran through the living room when he was in it watching the game, he’d straight trip you & send you flying. Always had run burn head to toe when Uncle Rick was around…
@@SierraMWymerstandard issue uncle stuff 😂
That's not a safe space
“They had to remind bitches they even had kids!” 😂😂🤣🤣
My Dad used to drop me off and say "cuff him if you need to"😅
Omgosh😂😂😂
When I was babysitting and the mom was showing me around the house for the 1st time, she opened the 2nd drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a wooden spoon, and said "If they get out of line, here's where I keep the wooden spoon." This of course was said right in front of the kids, for proper effect.
"He's got the Q!" 😂 I think I might have said that exact thing.
Smoking a Virginia slim and drinking a Tab😂
Or Fresca.
Yep..😂
my friend's mom had that in the garage by the cases!! It was so nasty, lol
@@kristinkasprzak1898 My dad came home with Shasta one time....😂
I have always loved Bill Burr's comedy and always will.😂😂😂
Yes! Same here. He has never let me down. 😂😂
Damn. That whole Bill Burr routine were pages ripped out of my life. Especially the dog.
“Wouldn’t have gotten bit if you weren’t fvcking with the dog “
Be home for dinner. And that was all the supervision we had.
i'll give ya somethin to cry about!🤐
Ours was when the streetlights were on come home 😊
@@PanelsWainio yeah, that was after dinner, lol. Or simply "when it gets dark" ;)
@@PanelsWainio We could play outside after dark as long as we stayed on our block.
Those were the days. Doors weren’t even locked and mom was always home. Happy life. Couldn’t wait for dad to come home and supper on table every night. Sundays we would always do something fun. Go for a ride as mom would say! Miss them everyday.
I still am traumatized from getting busted in the face playing dodgeball! 😂😂😂 BOOOOOOOFFF!!! 😳😳😳
11:15 That Hungarian mum tho 😂😂😂
Hungarian here, perfect pronunciation and legit how it was.
Great memory trip. We had no social media yet were infinitely more social. Talk about modern failures.
Agreed
Isn’t that the truth
you had to go to your friends houses , make the effort or call them on the phone. no hiding out because we all went to one another's houses, my one friend that now does everything by text, you never hear her voice, i cut ties. I said we aren't the texting generation, if you miss me, pick up the phone once in a while, your kids are grown and gone, you do not work, but she was always lazy anyway. To us, texting is the lowest form of communiction, okay every now and then but as the main source of maintaining a friendship? not a true friend, I said see ya. don't miss her. how can you miss words on a phone screen.
😂 “hey, we should start looking for some of these guys..”😂😂
In 80, I told my grandfather I was scared of the deep end of the pool. He walked over, picked me up, and tossed me in. I was soooo proud I didn't die, I felt invincible.
When I was 6, I was eating a Snowball on the porch. My mother told me someone was gonna take my snack. Sure enough two Mexican brothers pushed me down and took my cupcake. I ran to my mother, crying. She slapped me and told me food stamps don't grow on trees. She told me to go take my stuff back. She even gave me fighting tips. I got destroyed,never got my cake back, but made two new friends. Cause thier mom saw what was happening, she said 2 against 1 wasn't fair and they had to apologize.
I was tossed in a pool too… It’s traumatic and that’s why I still can’t swim in deep water 😑
@@beatrixkiddo7083yes and no, a trauma is there to over come( And make you stronger and more compasionate, )not to keep.
I jumped in backward once age 6 and my chin landed on the concrete lip...blood in the water, im screaming, my parents just yelled at me and i had to swim around to the stairs and get out...bleeding everywhere... they put a towel on my chin and told me to apply pressure, drove me to clinic in the back of a pick up still wet and I got 10 stitches without pain meds.
@@sayunasoulmesseng839This!!
@rickwrites2612 when I was around 6 I freaked out at the dentist and he stabbed his hand with the needle. He made my mom hold me down while he drilled my tooth, things were different.
I had a teacher who smoked IN CLASS while standing by the door and blew the smoke outside. We could smoke at school once we were 16. Nearly everyone smoked in the 80s. Another teacher puffed on a pipe that was half weed, half tobacco...it was so obvious. And no one cared, because at least we were at school.
I remember my 4th grade teacher smoking in class and kicking her feet up on the desk!!!😂
Grew up in the 80’s and 90’s. It is crazy how different everything is now. My kids can’t even fathom not having a pause button to use the restroom during a show and get annoyed having to watch a 5 second ad! They don’t even know how good they have it that they can bring their “tv” to the restroom with them!
Yep!!, nuts!!
We had less than 10 channels 😂😂😂 and you had to turn the knob LOL
getting up to change the channel...I admit, If I can't find the remote for two seconds, it's like , oh crap! 😂
Exactly! And I don't get how people can complain about commercials on a free platform (such as RUclips). Cable and Pay per view were so expensive back in the day that I really appreciate everything I have access to here.
I remember school teachers showing us the paddle they would hit you with if you acted up on the first day.
I remember one time our whole 3rd grade class got whooped lol
I got a strapping in early elementary school.
My 3rd grade teacher had one engraved with “Board of Education”
I was born in 1964 , there was 5 of us, Mom and stepdad made us leave house in the morning jug of koolaid bag of peanut butter and jelly sandwich’s and we couldn’t come home till six. Parents had no idea where we were or what we were doing, me and my older sister were driving at 12 and 15. It was a different time for sure.
Lol, no one believes me when I tell them I was legally driving at 12-13 years old. Born 1976.
@@h.dbrown776 I had an uncle who spray painted FARM TRUCK on an old beater he had just so the kids could drive it without getting hassled.
My dad's favorite quip was "go play in the traffic." And we did, all day long. The birthday game was dropping clothespins through the opening in the top of a glass milk bottle. Priceless.
Lol we did that too
Grew up in the 70s. I was a kid who played outside all day until you had to come in when the street lights come on. You drank water from the outside hose, rode bikes at night, and spit watermelon seeds at each other. There was no Children Protective System, it was your responsibility to keep your house key around your necklace and start dinner without a microwave.
Yes. Exactly this. Also if there were older kids in the neighborhood, like late teens if you were early teens, they would help look after you.
That hose water always tasted so good to me.
Outside kid? Like outside dog? Lol. I was one, too. Even in the winter in below zero weather.
Yeah me too but a lot has changed since then and not for the better either.
I was born in '82 so I can definitely relate! 😂 I grew up in the country so the only difference was that we had to be home before the sun went down. There were no street lights where I lived. Lol
No! Were talking about being born in the 60s
...Yeah well there's also the part where you're not a member of Generation X, so a "home by time based on lights" was unlikely and if you aren't home by any given clock-time your mom can just look out the patio and tell you to come in most of the time.
Lololololol
Comedy as therapy - this GenXer is here for it😂
Jo Koy is my heart. I adore him bc not only is he hysterical but he's got this great ability to make me watch his shows anytime I'm sad bc I will always feel better after.
I get a kick out of Jo Koy too. But have you ever seen Mia act out his routine, it's hysterical!! Look under ventureswithmia. The ones she does of Kevin Hart are fantastic too. Look at the Kevin Hart routine she does on his daughter's sleepover. I've got it saved to laugh at whenever i need a chuckle.
Ohh, the dirty early 80's was a glorious time to be a kid! Sure, you were still playing with Star Wars figures in the backyard. Yet, you had a boom box next to you blasting AC/DC tapes you bought at K-MART!! Hence, why us GENX'ers are the coolest!😎
Be careful not to generalize. Lots of kids were playing Wham on that boombox.
Thanks for acknowledging gen x. We usually get lost in the shuffle..although it saves us from the inane generational word wars.
@@basicallybet😂
@@2EKgn16yup, no one remembers us, AND WE LIKE IT THAT WAY.
My 5th grade teacher had a delightful birthday tradition. If it was your birthday, the whole class would go outside and stand in line with their legs wide. As the lucky birthday boy or girl, you got to crawl between their legs on your hands and knees on the dirt and rocks while they each spanked you on your butt as hard as they possibly could. Typing this now, it seems impossible that this could have happened , but I still distinctly remember how hard I tried not to cry. It never even occurred to me to complain to my parents.
We called it the paddle wheel.
Holy crap.....I forgot all about the birthday spanking. As many as you were old. Wth was THAT all about anyway. Wow. Weird, the stuff ya forget that is still in there. Omg, and the pinch to grow an inch. Remember that too? Wow.
I remember that, last one was a "pinch to grow an inch"
I remember the birthday paddle wheel too! I grew up in the 80's! Way better time.! Parents and teachers were strict but you were given a lot of freedom and you better behave or you'll get it more than once. We had to be creative, play games and get along with neighborhood kids because you spent all your time together outside of school until dinner. My Mom would wake us up on non-school days and tell us "Go outside and get the stink blown off and don't come back until the streetlights come on." We were only allowed to come back for bathroom breaks and meals. We were respectful of elders and watched out for each other as kids. My parents hardly said I love you but I knew they LOVED ME to my CORE. BEST childhood ever and BEST parents ever!!! RIP Mom and Dad
@@proudamerican2133i completely forgot about it as well. These kids now would file charges.
I got thrown out of French class twice, twice because the first time the teacher forgot to open the door and I was just slammed into it😂😂😂
😂😂😂
I remember those kids...🤣
Looked up Nate's story, the kid lived. In fact several zoos rushed their antivenom to the children's hospital he was in after the one he stole from ran out. It took that much to save him.
Had to read an article from 1983 and this was the best part
"After the incident, fears were expressed for the welfare of the snakes by zoo officials, who described the vipers as passive creatures, unaccustomed even to slight disruption in their environment. The events of April 4, a zoo snake expert said, represented "the most activity these snakes will ever experience. Yesterday, however, Dr. Dale Marcellini, the zoo's curator of herpetology said the animals were "doing fine." One of the pair, believed to be the male, is now again on display in the reptile house, Marcellini said. The other is still in seclusion in basement quarters, he said."
Thank you!
I graduated high school in 83, my parents grew up in the depression and my siblings were all boomers. I was the oops baby. Life was rough and tumble, my sister's were just as rough as my brothers.
84 here! Greatest times ever.
I graduated in 82...Best times ever!!!
Lol I chipped a tooth in the 80’s playing Red Rover. Lol
One time they hit so hard me and my friend kept the link and ended up face planting each other…..
12:47 - There were also no school shootings.
Yeah if you a problem with someone you fist fought it out and it was over.
@@rustzz8
or like when Seinfeld asks Elaine, so, how do girls torment each other?
"oh, we'd just tease them until they developed an eating disorder..."
In 1992, Senator Joe Biden pushed the No Gun School Act. School shootings went way up after that. A shooter wants to be the most important and respected and feared person during his rampage; no gun zones ensure that.
No carjacking either. Wonder what changed
There absolutely were school shootings.
Ah- 80s recess was definitely very Lord of the Flies. In 3rd grade, all of us were obsessed with a game we called “Suicide” which was a cross of dodgeball meets racquetball with a lacrosse ball. It was bananas because if you got pegged with the ball, you we’re definitely going to bleed. 😂
"Go play" = "Get away from me all day until the street lights come on, then come back so we can eat."
Born in 69. Every teacher in elementary school had a paddle and used it. The 6th grade teacher's paddle had holes drilled in it to make it hurt more. Then you'd get it when you got home! Crazy
Also born in '69! My junior high principal kept his fraternity paddle hanging on the wall in his office, and that's what you would get paddled with if you were sent to see him.
But everyone knew the REAL terror would be what happened when your dad got home!
@shannonr.4652 mom: "just wait until your father gets home! "
My younger sister and I both grew up during the 70's and 80's answering the telephone without even knowing who was calling, and yet we somehow managed to survive into adulthood. The telephone was a primitive, large device that hung on the wall, and we had to know how to use the dial thingy on it to get it to work, which included dialing "O" to speak to the operator. Or we had to look up a number in something that used to be known as a telephone book. We also had to know how to look up things in encyclopedias without asking Google what something meant. We learned how to read paper maps without the internet helping us. And when we went to school back then, there was dangerous equipment like seesaws and a merry-go-round on it that we used to play on. And to get to the school, there was no bus monitor to tell you not to run out into traffic or let yourself get trapped under the huge bus wheel and get run over.
But don’t call 411, for info in costs extra!
And as you pointed out we read books, actual newspapers, and couldn't use the internet or calculators (we were expected to solve math in our heads) since that was cheating and was an automatic F. We learned proper English and spoke well so that we were respected and our words had meaning. The way everything now is by texting and using letters instead of the word or phrase has started the dumbing down of the kids now. But what I feel sorry most about is the loss of childhood the kids have had since the 80s because of so much danger just trying to play and hang out without worrying about someone snatching them up. The world is so much harder to live in than when I was growing up in the 50s. So I cut the younger generations some slack for what they have to deal with. As far as phones in my childhood, they started out with black heavy things that could kill a person if they got knocked upside the head with it. Also our phone numbers started with two letters then 5 numbers, and I had a party line until my 20s. Most of you have no idea what that is so look it up, that would drive younger people up the wall!!l 😂
I remember calling on land line to get the accurate time any time u want lol
Yep, and if you were lucky, that phone cord would reach into the bathroom or your bedroom so you could talk in private. Until your mom picked up on the other line and after dialing in your ear, yelled at you for trying up the line again.
@@shawnahall7246yep back when we used to call popcorn 😂
As a product of 1984 ; this was great 😂😂
Weird we had no supervision yet respected adults. Now look.
so true.
Bill Burr described being an early 80s kid perfectly. Like I literally grew up in exactly the same family as him and can relate to EVERYTHING he said lol
Especially about being given a house key at 3 years old. I got mine 5 years old. Crazy times…lol
My brother literally got bit by our dog in his face, and it was all as described, ha ha ha!
I’m an 80’s kid. I didn’t come home until it was dark (staying inside and watching tv was a big N.O) my parents never knew where I was. If I came home, it was for food or because I was bleeding. I grew up like that as all 80’s kids did. I moved out when I was 18, got married at 23 and had a kid at 24, went to college, and had a career in that time frame while taking care of the fam. My daughter is 18 and I have to get her baby chewable Tylenol because she can’t swallow normal size pills… I don’t know where I went wrong.
Amen! You are not alone. It’s high time we help them toughen up cause the world is no easier & who wants to admit their kid is such a wimp?! Lol
Did you raise her like you were raised?
Lol.
And they expect to be driven everywhere or they won't go..... "Do you think grandpa would be taking me/picking me up?" Would be my reply.
@@lisaphares2286 Nah, I raised her with love and support.
@@shforty-seven5573I am embarrassed to say that I regret losing my temper once with each of my two children. One of those times was over my daughter not being able to take a pill.
In the 1980's....If my mom didn't know where I was,she'd call another mom and they'd know. Did anyone elses' mom shout their name throughout the neighborhood and then the neighbor would tell you to go home and they'd call your mom......
Yep! Or the dads would let our a certain whistle that their kid would know it's them
My mom would say, "If you can't hear me calling for you, then you are too far away."
Yup. There were a bunch of us, so a mom would call one name and we all knew it meant all of us.
Not sure if you know this but as a university instructor at an elite school, about 1-2x per year I had a parent call complaint about a student grade. This was unthinkable growing up. Teachers and professors graded. Grades aren’t perfectly reflective of learning, but agreement even among grad student TAs in great book essays is remarkably consistent and almost all courses have intitial and follow up grading meetings.
When I was a student my parents never sided against a teacher on a poor grade. Less than excellent performance was 100% my fault.
I would have faced a very high burden of proof to get my parents to side against a teacher and I had some bad ones, but never considered complaining to my parents.
Also caught misbeving by another parent meant a harsh punishment for me.
There is a medium where bad teachers and strange, probably uncommon incidents, of abusive parents harming other children occur, and should be checked. Principals, deans, PTA subgroups can enforce ameliorating norms. But from talks with highschool teachers it seems the pendulum had swung wild.
Added: I never minded explaining to a parent why a student failed and saying what the student could do to improve learning and grades, but about half my calls were pleas for special treatment, usually extra-credit requests. As teachers know, these out of fairness have to be extended to the whole class and usually the poor students do a poor job or shirk it entirely and the top students end up with scores exceeding 100%.
I’m a high school math teacher and I just resigned from teaching at a private school because I just couldn’t take the constant emails and phone calls from parents regarding grades-always looking for a less stressful easier way for their 11th graders-soon to be in college-to pass Algebra II. I even had parents ask if their child could get an extra day or two to prepare for an exam!! Ridiculous!! It’s really scary to think that one day these overprotected, coddled kids will be in charge of this country 😩
@@chillie2552Like Trump?
@@jimw-m1d Hell no!😡😡
@@chillie2552dude, I hear ya. What in the world are these kids going to do when they go out into the real world. I've never seen a more coddled weak bunch in all my years. Every kid has an ILP. Notes on what they need emotionally, etc. It's ridiculous.
The days when the vice principal slammed the idiots up against the locker and told them to knock it off. 😂 The smart ones knocked it off. The stupid ones got slammed against the locker the next week. God bless Mr. T. He died in one of the planes on 9/11 😢
Oh that's sad.
Is name is Mr. T.
Remember the game kick the can?:)
I grew up through the 70s and the 80s, and I can confirm what they say is true. We also would get whipped at school for being bad and then whipped when we got home by our parents for misbehaving. Awe, the good old days.😊
The encyclopedia thing got me lmao so true!!
When my friends talk about the 80s they think of boom boxes... I had to stop them.
That's just a stereo type.
The best generation we played outside fell down walked it off jumped into peoples backyards chased by bullies
Sebastian²
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😂 stereo type 😅
Good one
I see what you did there 😄.
I remember ding dong ditching with my friends on many occasions. One night a guy chased us down and punched the first kid he caught. No harm no foul. That was the 80’s. Oh and kick the can. Best game ever!!
We all played outside and there were always a couple old people hanging outside that would let you know if you crossed a line.
Or if you were wearing something too weird or ya needed a haircut. It was like having those old guys from the Muppet show in your side yard.
We used to play dodgeball after school everyday waiting for our buses to come & some of those boys were ruthless. My principal started calling it blood ball and outlawed it. 😂
Fortune is 💯 correct! Recess in the 80's was the best 😅😊. Survival of the fittest!
Yeah, and you learned how to function socially and not be a weirdo. If you did or said weird unacceptable crap, you got called out on it, and told to straighten up or go elsewhere. You learned how to be a part of society and contribute. Now we have a bunch of social misfits doing all kinds of weird stuff who don't even know how to live as part of a normal society. Try cheating at a kickball game in the 70s, see how fast you are schooled on NOT being a cheating loser. No one is explaining the reality of normal expectations of a civil society. Lots of very confused brains full of mush wandering around who missed out on normal life learning experiences.
Back when i was a kid we didn't have a babysitter...I was the oldest so i was the babysitter.
Omg, I was the oldest of my siblings and of all my parents' friends. I was whored out to babysit constantly so, of course, all the boomers could go party.
@@proudamerican2133 To be fair...as soon as my sister that was only 2 yrs younger got a little older...I would delegate the roll to her while i went to play...until she started to get old enough to realize it wasn't the honour i made it out to be...lol.
@@ancientclown haha
No safe spaces, no trigger warnings - love it!
what, no insecurity guards?!
Someone doesn't know that safe spaces are meant to be an area for a group to be free from actively being harassed. Not from jokes.
@@Itsant33
stellar observation/take on, & interpretation of, the words.
@@Itsant33e know Santiago, and we know that this is a serious problem. But… its a serious problem now… what happened?
@@henriquetelles36it was ALWAYS a serious problem but people weren’t aware.
Did you know that children used to be property and there were no laws preventing child abuse? It was no one’s business what happened behind closed doors and no one said anything.
When people actually started doing something about it, guess what was said? Nosy people should mind their own business like they did in the old days. It doesn’t matter if little Timmy over there has 2 black eyes and is starving to death. Kids should be property like they always have been!
It's ok gen x. You are loved and wanted. ❤
Hahahah funny thing is we could care less.
Thanks - I'm proud to be Gen X!
As someone born in 2003, to this day my Hungarian mother screams that same shit at me. In some places things haven't changed 💕💕
I suppose non-Western and non-North-Western Europe is taking a bit longer to arrive at the 2000s in some respects lol
Respectfully, someone born in 1996 in Bulgaria 😅💕
Lol yes I came to tell that all sounds a lot like my 2000s in Latvia and Russia
Born in ‘81 to a Hungarian mother. Same friend. Same.
I forgot about Red Rover!! Thanks for the reminder haha
Old rickety wooden playground in my school. The splinters, broken bones and ICONIC games of “the floor is lava” will forever haunt and delight me.
My friends would take off running when they saw my Dad's ElCamino pulling up. They were not even doing anything wrong. Lol. They just thought he might spank or whip them for whatever. Haha
This is why Gen X is tough as nails 😂
When I was in first grade (in the 'the early '80s), we had an art teacher who for some reason, couldn't draw a line without shaking. He was very quiet and couldn't control a room full of six year olds. One day, he picked up my girlfriend up out of her chair and shook her in front of the whole class. I think she was just talking or something, nothing major. We all just went quiet. I don't think anybody ever talked about it again. He was the only adult in the room, so he basically, he got away with it.
In my neighborhood in the 70s kids would disappear all day long. At dinner time, parents would simply stand in front of their house and scream out each child's name. And from some far away, distant place you would hear a faint response - "Coming...!!"
The 80's was the greatest decade ever. Ronald Reagan was the president, we had gigantic stereo boom boxes blasting Van Halen and Ozzy Osbourne, parents never knew what we were doing, stayed out all day until the street lights came on, having dirt clod and orange fights with the neighbor kids, digging dangerous underground tunnels and forts in the backyard, building and sleeping in treehouses without safety harnesses, riding illegal mini bikes all over town, sneeking my mom s station wagon for a spin around the block when we were 12 or 13, playing Smear the Queer and dodgeball when someone would inevitably get hurt (parents never found out), making black powder bombs and setting them off in the street, making calcium carbide cannons and using them to shoot tennis balls sky high so the neighbor kids could play 3 flies up, watching Six Million Dollar Man on TV, Saturday morning cartoons, going to the beach and having fire pits with hot dogs (they have ripped out all the fire pits at the beach) body surfing with no adults around, not to mention the decade produced some of the greatest music in history with some of the bands still pumping out music today My friends and I have nothing but the greatest memories of that wonderful time
You just described my exact childhood up until i graduated high school in 84. It was the best to be born in latter 60s, growing up in the 70s, coming of age in the 80s. It's like you grew up in our neighborhood you described it so well.
OMG, my parents bought the encyclopedia set!!!
I adore Margaret Cho, as does my 73 year old mother, oddly enough. 😂😆😜
80s Comics were the best they kept it real
😂😂😂 As A former feral child of the 70s and 80s, all of these are so relative. We need to bring back those times! I miss being a kid back then.
Hahahaha a former FERAL child I love they u put it cuz it was so so true we were FERAL
@@irmaromo1635they should call us the feral generation instead of Gen X .
We’d run home to watch mtv, we would have to put tinfoil on the antenna,sometimes hold it to keep the picture:)
One of the other remedies was to hit the tv.
My mom was home, dad worked 2-3 jobs. We got hit by mom, if it was bad enough belt from dad, but yeah society wasn’t holding your hands. You didn’t have to wear helmets. You just lived, brushed yourself off when you fell, and kept moving! A great time to be a kid in the 80s.
“Mom!! What did you see in dad!?!?” Classic!
The second guy....it's all true!. I just remember my mom coming home from night shift at 7am in summer,, handing us a peach and kicking us out so she could sleep.. we were 5 & 8! We ran in gangs on bikes, collecting pop bottles to pay for candy, drinking from hoses, you could be anywhere for dinner as long as you called in lol....I feel sorry for kids today, no matter how many cruises they've been on!❤
Couple big moments of the 80s to bring smiles to us kiddos…E.T. Movie. The start of MTV! Waiting for Thriller video/movie to debut! Olivia-Newton John’s Physical! Everyone loved her from Grease! In a very short time period we all went from LP Albums to 8 tracks to cassette tapes to CDs! So many memories that no kids today will ever understand. Instant gratification & never getting to anticipate or want for things & no sense of American-ism. Damn shame really. Cuz it was way better & more fun back in the day!!
Ahhh MTV. Started the same year I started high school. Was awesome until they ruined it. Knew EVERY video. I miss the real MTV.