"I walked ten miles in the snow!" (teaching, games, parent)
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"Putting yesterday behind me, looking forward to tomorrow"
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Location: mid wyoming
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I can remember when I got my first bicycle! It didn't have tires, I carried it everywhere. When I went riding with my buddies they always had to wait on me to get where we were going.
When we were even younger, we had no shoes. We had to go barefooted everywhere we went, I felt bad until a family with no feet moved next door. I felt better about it, I could run faster than anyone in the family.
When we had bacon for breakfast as a young'un. We'd line up and mom would have a piece of bacon tied to a string. We'd take it and chew a few times and swallow it and mom would pull it up by the string and go to the next kid.
We also had lard pancakes, these were usually cold, because if you cooked the pancake it became just grease in the pan and was really hard to eat with a fork. Tuesdays was my day with the fork, we only had one fork and had to share it. To feed the dog we let him lick the fork after meals, we didn't have water. I had a pet fish for many years, he didn't do much he just laid in the bottom of the dry fishbowl, he didn't eat much either.
I can remember when I got my first bicycle! It didn't have tires, I carried it everywhere. When I went riding with my buddies they always had to wait on me to get where we were going.
When we were even younger, we had no shoes. We had to go barefooted everywhere we went, I felt bad until a family with no feet moved next door. I felt better about it, I could run faster than anyone in the family.
When we had bacon for breakfast as a young'un. We'd line up and mom would have a piece of bacon tied to a string. We'd take it and chew a few times and swallow it and mom would pull it up by the string and go to the next kid.
We also had lard pancakes, these were usually cold, because if you cooked the pancake it became just grease in the pan and was really hard to eat with a fork. Tuesdays was my day with the fork, we only had one fork and had to share it. To feed the dog we let him lick the fork after meals, we didn't have water. I had a pet fish for many years, he didn't do much he just laid in the bottom of the dry fishbowl, he didn't eat much either.
This reminds me of an uncle's, and father's tale...
You see, their dad was an alcoholic and mean man. He would buy meat and milk and not share it with his family.
My uncle and dad would actually stay up late at night just so they could sneak into the kitchen and get into the "icebox" to take a sip of the milk. However, once they sipped, they'd spit it right back out into the bottle so their dad would not find out.
You don't have to guess which time period they were living in!
Yes, there seems to be a whole mentality of people these days which expects the state to provide childcare for them, so they can both work, and pay their mortgages, overdrafts, and loans, to keep up your flashy, and false lifestyle.
If you can't afford to have kids, and can't afford childcare, then don't have them.
simple as that.
Don't have them, and then expect the other taxpayers to pick up the tab ??
around my area, most of the parents are single mothers.
many of them have drink and drugs problems. To put it in it's most polite way, you'd say they were uneducated, and unemployable.
Although i cannot say 100%, my educated guess is that many of them had kids because they were too stupid, or drunk/high, or uneducated to use protection.
Many of them did it to get a house from the council.
these children are therefore unwanted, and many are just thrown out in the morning while mom "entertains". believe me, there are some sorry sights around here. 2 and 3 year pld kids are out wandering the streets unattended, it's shameful !!
That is shameful!!
And, I agree 100% with you!!
However, I also think it incredibly stupid/unwise for a couple to decide to have kids only to dump them off at daycare at six weeks of age. Just so they can continue the lifestyle they had before children, or supposedly "provide the children with a good life."
It's a proven fact that children need (good) mom's home until they reach school age.
I have an aunt (workaholic) who did the dumping, and now has reaped two mentally unhealthy druggies/ drop-outs because of it.
I really don't lecture my son how bad my childhood was compared to his. I do sometimes tell him when I was a kid I couldn't get what he has (materially) because there were 3 of us kids, only one of him.
My own parents never did that either. My mom was very poor growing up but she never talks about it or says, "You kids were lucky, when I was a kid..." My dad was a spoiled only child. He says he had a great childhood and ours was not good in comparison! My grandma used to talk about her childhood as one of 8 kids but they were not 'pathetic' tales either. More like 'we slept 2 in a bed (cot really) but they ate well and did okay.
"The children now love luxury; they have bad manners; contempt for authority; show disrespect for elders... Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. ... They contradict their parents ... and tyrannize their teachers."
"The children now love luxury; they have bad manners; contempt for authority; show disrespect for elders... Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. ... They contradict their parents ... and tyrannize their teachers."
~ Socrates, c. 390 B.C.
And so it is, and so it shall ever be!
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