I grew up in Missouri


I grew up in Missouri during a time when everyone treated each other like family. We drank lemonade, ate fresh vegetables out of the garden,shelled peas, and bought ice cream from the ice cream trucks. We also said grace and ate what was set before us or we ate nothing at all. We would gather glass Coca Cola and Pepsi bottles to take to the store and use the deposit money for candy, moon pies, and a RC Cola. You sure could get a lot for 15 cents.
We stayed outside all day. And played games like Kick the Can, Stocking ball, hop scotch, Dodge Ball, red light green light, red rover, baseball (lots of Indian Ball), climb a tree, water fights, kick ball, marbles, Jacks, hide and seek, jumped rope, and if we were lucky Spin The Bottle, freeze tag, and Mother May I and shot bb’s at each other. We rode our bikes for hours EVERYWHERE without helmets or cell phones and roamed the neighborhood with no fear of disappearing.
There was no bottled water, just the water from the water hose, and did the lawn for our folks. We never talked back to our mom or dad’s. Not because we would get beat up but because we respected them.

We did not have electronic games, iPhones or iPads. We weren’t AFRAID OF ANYTHING except our parents. If someone had a fight, that’s what it was…a fight and you were back to being friends.
Kids had guns for hunting never a thought of taking a life. School was mandatory and we stood for pledge of allegiance every morning. We watched what we said around our elders because we knew if we DISRESPECTED any grown up we would get our behinds busted, it wasn’t called abuse, it was discipline! Please, Thank you, yes/no ma’am & yes/no sir were part of our daily dialogue! And we were taught to be thankful and pray every day.
Re-post if you’re thankful for your childhood and will never forget where you came from! Wouldn’t it be nice if it were possible to get back to this way of life? Copy & Paste. Don’t forget to change the name of the town to the one you grew up in.

 

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4 thoughts on “I grew up in Missouri”

  1. SINCE MY PARENTS DID NOT LET ME HAVE TOO MANY SODAS, MOSTLY GINGER ALE, AND SELTZER WATER; WHAT I WOULD DO IS TAKE A LARGE GARBAGE TRASH LINER, HUNT FOR EMPTY CANS IN THE TRASH IN OTHER PLACES AND STREETS, THEN TAKE THEM TO RECYCLING COMPACTER AND OUT WOULD COME SOME MONEY FOR THE AMOUNT OF CANS I COLLECTED. MEANWHILE, NONE OF US GREW UP WITH SUCH BEYOND INSANITY AS COMING UP NOW:

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  2. Wait a minute. You took PEPSI and COKE bottles back to the store, and bought RC COLA with the deposit money? I bet that made PEPSI and COKE very happy!!!

    But overall, yes, you are right. You’ve just described the difference between Baby Boomers and Millennials. God help us when these kids today reach adulthood! (he said sounding like his parents!)

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  3. I GREW UP IN FLORIDA AND FULLY INTEND TO GO BACK THERE, IF I AM STILL ALIVE. WE DID EXACTLY THE SAME THINGS YOU DID IN MISSOURI. I REMEMBER WE HAD A SCREENED IN PORCH IN ONE OF OUR HOMES, AND I WOULD INVITE THE NEIGHBORHOOD GIRLS OVER FOR A SLUMBER PARTY IN OUR PAJAMAS, WE WOULD SLEEP OUT ON SUMMER NIGHTS ON THE PORCH. EVERYTHING WAS SAFE, NO WORRY ABOUT NEIGHBORHOOD CRIME. I REMEMBER MY LATE MOTHER AND I USE TO LIVE IN A HIGH RISE IN HIALEAH, FLORIDA; WE NO ONE WANTED TO STAY IN THEIR APARTMENTS, AND WANTED JUST TO CHAT WITH SOMEONE, WE WOULD ALL GET TOGETHER IN OUR PAJAMAS AND ROBES AND WATCH PEOPLE COMING IN AND OUT. NO ONE THOUGHT ANYTHING OF IT. SOME PEOPLE WOULD COME DOWN AND PLAY CARDS, ETC…, OR JUST SIT AROUND THE POOL. NO ONE FELT INTIMIDATED AND EVERYONE FELT SAFE. MEN AND WOMEN TREATED EACH OTHER WITH RESPECT, AND ACCEPTED EACH OTHER’S CASUAL STYLE OF WEAR IN PAJAMAS AND ROBES, WE WERE NOT CONVENTIONAL, WE WERE FLORIDA. THAT WAS BACK IN THE DAYS WHEN WE DID NOT HAVE SO MANY LOCUSTS TURNING THIS COUNTRY INTO A GHETTO.

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