#1 How times have changed---
Posted: Thu, 12 Oct 17, 01:34 am
Reflecting on today's young adults, I was thinking back to my childhood.
-By the time I was six years old, It was drilled into me that sticks and stones could break my bones, but names would never hurt me. Besides the obvious lesson of this old saw was the not so latent lesson. That is, if I wasn't physically harmed by something, it wasn't a real hurt. Although I thought I was dying at times (like when a girl would break up), verbal abuse was only something that would cause me pain if I let it.
-By the time I was ten, I had learned that life wasn't "fair". No matter how good you had certain things, there was always someone better off. I wanted to be able to make those quick cuts like my buddy on the football field (ie the local vacant lot and never with full pads and helmets), but the agility he showed would never be mine (well except for a short time when playing against my kids before they hit their teens). Other friends had talents in other areas, like painting plastic models, being able to woo "that" girl, capable of downing three or four beers in two minutes or so--- You get the idea. I know there were areas that some of my friends may have liked to be me, but we didn't have a victim mentality about it.
-By the time I was six years old, It was drilled into me that sticks and stones could break my bones, but names would never hurt me. Besides the obvious lesson of this old saw was the not so latent lesson. That is, if I wasn't physically harmed by something, it wasn't a real hurt. Although I thought I was dying at times (like when a girl would break up), verbal abuse was only something that would cause me pain if I let it.
-By the time I was ten, I had learned that life wasn't "fair". No matter how good you had certain things, there was always someone better off. I wanted to be able to make those quick cuts like my buddy on the football field (ie the local vacant lot and never with full pads and helmets), but the agility he showed would never be mine (well except for a short time when playing against my kids before they hit their teens). Other friends had talents in other areas, like painting plastic models, being able to woo "that" girl, capable of downing three or four beers in two minutes or so--- You get the idea. I know there were areas that some of my friends may have liked to be me, but we didn't have a victim mentality about it.