The past 50 years

6 10 2007


As I was surfing the net, I came across this little piece, which light, up my day.

When we were young

According to today’s regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40’s, or 50’s probably shouldn’t have survived. 

Our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked. 

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.  When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip flops and fluorescent ‘clackers’ on our wheels. 

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the passenger seat was a treat. 

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle – tasted the same. 

We ate dripping sandwiches, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. 

We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no one actually died from this. 

We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles at times, we learned to solve the problem. 

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us all day and no one minded. 

We did not have Playstations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet chat rooms. We had friends – we went outside and found them. 

We played elastics and street rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits. They were accidents. We learnt not to do the same thing again. We had fights, punched each other hard and got black and blue – we learned to get over it. We walked to friend’s homes. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate live stuff, and although we were told it would happen, we did not have very many eyes out, nor did the live stuff live inside us forever. 

We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood. 

Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that! 

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned to deal with it all. 

And you’re one of them. Congratulations! 

Maybe you’ll want to pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.

( But wasn’t it us who raised the kids who became the lawyers and regulators?  – Fred )




3 responses

8 10 2007
Mat Salo

Pok… Very touching story, Pok. Those days are long gone. Now I practically got to force my 6 year-old boy and his elder Form 2 brother to get out of the house, turun Padang or something. If not whole afternoon after kindie, ‘ngaji, school or whatever the elder will be in front of the PC (main “Maple Story”- nate ape tuh?) and the kecik one gila PS2. I got a shock when I spoke to my elder boy the other day who said the younger one has completed a freaking 92 PERCENT of Need For Speed Carbon. Parai Kitai, Bang. Belum sekolah lagi dah addict. I’m on the rig in Indo now, pulai nanti – siap dia Pok!

Salaam. Minal Aidin Wal Faidzin. Mohon Ma’af Lahir & Bathin.

8 10 2007
Yuen-Chi Lian

Great post.

The good old days simply remind me of jotting down the lyrics of Oasis’ songs by playing fwd/rwd of the cassette player. We did not have Google. Now, we have also passed the age of dialing 1515 and listening to its noisy beeps.

We could play ’til very late last time, riding my bicycle with brother and sister alongside from Gombak to Selayang. You can’t do this anymore I guess, it’s so dangerous out there.


9 10 2007

What a touching story….

Brother, thanks for the prayers during our time of needs. We appreciate it from the bottom of our hearts.

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