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If you've not seen this before,
you've got to watch/listen to this.
These
kids are
AWESOME!
Texas
Tech University Basketball game, Feb 9th, 2008. Our National Anthem sung by 5
young ladies who are in the Fourth Grade. I've never heard it performed better than this! An
entire arena remains completely silent throughout the entire song. I mean, you could hear a pin drop.
You
could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as
far as they go.
Pull a chair up to the TV set,
"Good
Night, David. Good Night, Chet."
My Mom used to cut
chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with
the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food
poisoning.
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter
AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches
were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice-pack
coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.
Almost all
of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a
pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a
jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all
took gym, not PE and risked permanent injury with a pair of high
top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training
athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light
reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have
happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
Flunking gym was not an option ... even for stupid kids! I
guess PE must be much harder than gym.
Speaking of school,
we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in
detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.
We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic
health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat
and everything.
I thought that I was supposed to
accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers,
Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.
Oh yeah ... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization
kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on
vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out
the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because
it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.
Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a
10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the
attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile
of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at
the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt
spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.
I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and
doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off.
Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house.
Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof.
It was a neighborhood run amuck.
To top it off, not a
single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a
dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?
We needed to get into group therapy and anger management
classes? We were obviously so duped by so many social ills that we
didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
How did we ever survive?
LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS
ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T; SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T
TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING.
