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Why it’s a miracle you’re alive if you grew up in the 50s, 60s, 70s or 80s

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If you grew up in the 50s, 60s, 70s or even in the early 80s, it’s nearly a miracle you’re still alive today. The video below rehashes all that you’ve overcome. A congratulation is in order!

According to the narrator, “You probably should not have survived. Our baby cribs were covered with bright-colored lead-based paint. We had no child-proof lids or locks on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets. And when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets…

We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth — and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. No one was to blame but us…

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls. We rode bikes and walked to a friend’s home and knocked on the door, rang the bell or just walked right in and talked to them…

This generation has produced some of the best risk takers, problem solvers and inventors ever. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility and we learned how to deal with it…

If you’ve related to anything that was just said, you’re one of them. Congratulations. You made it.”

Are you a miracle child? Leave us a comment below and share one of your favorite childhood memories triggered by this post.

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21 comments

  • leilanihaywood

    Yeah I remember beating up the boys in my neighborhood because I was the only girl on the block. And playing kickball and dodge ball with them and they hurt me but I got over it. Plus walking several blocks by myself to go to the store on the corner or school. And mom telling me to go outside and play. She wouldn’t see me all day and didn’t wonder where I was at. Wow what a different world we live in today.

  • hardball123

    In 1952 when I was 11 years old I had appendicitis. I lived on a farm near the small town of Neodesa Kansas where I was born. The Osteopathic Doctor was cheaper so that is where my parents took me. Osteopaths were black balled and not allowed to put their patients in the local Hospital. We had to travel 110 miles to Wichita to a makeshift Osteopathic Hospital in a large Apartment house. It is 50 years later and the Apartment house is still there. The Doctor told my parents that if we had been another ten minutes that I would have died. When I was 18 years old my Tonsils infected my system to the point that I got Hepatitis A. We went to the same Doctor in Neodesha and then had to travel the 110 miles to Wichita Osteopathic Hospital. I was there for ten days to get my temperature down from 105 – 108 degrees. I was sent home to recuperate. I was taken back to Wichita 30 days later to have my tonsils removed. The nurse came in and told me that she wanted me to go with her to get a throat culture. She took me down to the main floor and put me in a light Green dental chair. The Doctor came in and sat in front of me on a stool. The nurse put a green sheet around me with a white towel on my chest. The Doctor swung the metal tray holder in front of me. Placed a towel and a stainless steel kidney shaped spittoon on it. He said he just wanted to take a throat culture. He told me to tip my head back and open my mouth. I did so and seen a long metal needle with a lump near the end of it. He rammed it in the back of my throat. The pain was very sharp and intense. I felt my throat getting hot and could feel blood running down my throat, then he took a long forceps instrument and put in it my mouth. Then I felt it touch one of my Tonsils. Then I felt it squeeze down on the flesh and could hear the click, click, click of the forcipes. Then the Doctor twisted the instrument several rotations and jerked it out of my mouth with chuck of meat hanging on the end of the instrument, presumably one of my Tonsils. The pain was unbearable. I could feel my throat white hot and blood was coming out of my mouth and nostrils. The nurse was holding onto me and wiping the blood off my face. The Doctor said, “we are almost finished”. He told me again to open my mouth and tip my head back. I did so and he repeated the first procedure on the second Tonsil. I looked down and there were two pieces of bloody meat in the kidney shaped spittoon. The Doctor stood up and said. “We are finished, you will be fine”, took the spittoon and walked out of the room”. The nurse removed the green sheet and white towel from around my neck, chest and tray. She told me to go back to my room, turned and walked out of the room. I pulled myself out of the dental chair, stumbled to the door, opened it and walked into the hall. There was not a soul in sight. I started up the stairs. I felt my head spinning and was growing very weak. I crawled up the three flights of stairs on my hands and knees and into my room where my mother was waiting. She helped me to my feet and into bed. The bed shook like a jackhammer for twenty minutes. The pain was so bad that I prayed to die.

  • j welch

    I grew up in the 50’s and 60’s the best years ever. My sisters and I played out in the timber by ourselves with our horses. We swam in the pond and walk in the creek. We were allow to make mistakes and we had to pay for our own mistakes usually with a switch off the tree on our backsides. Today we make excuses for everything and everyone. No one will own up to their own mistakes it is always someone else that caused it to happen. We need to allow parents to discipline their kids and bring the paddle back into the schools and allow them to discipline the kids. May God help us as we are raising a criminals today not honest people.

  • mommatocharlie

    I grew up in the 50s and 60s. We would go on family vacations, all six of us in a station wagon. No seatbelts in the car, am radio only, no air conditioning(I remember Dad hanging a canvas bag of ice water on the door handle, when we were in the western US in 100+ degree August sunshine. We climbed over the back seat while the car was moving, and never got hurt, never caused Dad to interrupt his driving to holler at us(actually, he never hollered at us, home or in the car). We rode bicycles with one speed pedal power, and no helmets. We played in the street–and watched out ourselves for the traffic coming on the road. It was wonderful growing up in the age of innocence in the 50s and 60s.

  • Snickelson

    When I was young, we used to play football in the street, qalk all over town day and night, sleep in our backyard under the stars and never thought twice about. Those were the days 🙂

  • Stephanie Fletcher

    Um… that “quote” is directly from Facebook posts that have been circulated time and time again, so it’s really nothing new. I know life was way better for kids back when I was a kid (I’m from the 80’s babies). You don’t gotta tell me twice how much better we had it back then! I wouldn’t have had my childhood any other way!

  • Shades of Gray

    Oh heck, does anyone remember fitting one or two kids in the hatchback on road trips. I cannot tell you how many times my sister flew over the seat at an abrupt stop. I remember playing in the neighborhood without and adult till the street lights came on. We NEVER got bored and got plenty of exercise. My sisters had the COOLEST creepy crawler maker ever that was taken off the market because parts of it got too hot.

  • Ronald Jensen

    I was born in 1943. In hindsight we were all so lucky to be born at this particular time in history, truly the age of innocence. It was wonderful. I have vivid memories of running so hard that I thought my lungs would explode and then all of a sudden it was like a out of body experience and I would be completely refreshed and seeming could run all day with out getting tired. tar covered streets (rural) walking on the side of the road because otherwise your shoes would stick to the street, My first kiss with a real girl, so exciting to think about it. The best of times with a few bad times thrown in just for good measure. We were very lucky indeed. Our generation was truly blessed. Joined the Navy and was stationed in California. California during the 60’s was unbelievable. good memories. Best of all I am still here. AMAZING !

  • Wayne

    I grew up in the late 80s to 90s but in a smaller town. Everything was the same for me, playing football in the street, kickball, dodgeball, red rover, and if there was daylight we were outside. You go through the neighborhood and there were always kids outside playing. Night time came and if it wasn’t a school night it was shadow tag or late night basketball with the headlights shining on the driveway. We had no real worries. I still have my old Tonka truck that I gave to my son and it’s made out of all metal, has sharp square corners out of that metal as well but now today you can’t find toys like that anymore. I don’t know about anyone else here but I remember endless adventures in the radio flyer red wagon. Grab the handle as a steering wheel and take off down a big hill or find some of the neighborhood kids to push you around. When I got high school age we moved out of that neighborhood due to problems that started happening in the area. Now that I have my own son I started really paying attention to the differences and it’s amazing.

  • Steph

    There are certainly things to value from that time period and I can identify with many being a mid-west 80’s baby. However, I find it troubling when we glorify an era as the best. Especially considering the children of this era created the society they often criticize.

    As we remember the past we look through rose colored glasses and forget aspects of that time period like segregation and discrimination. Every generation has its faults. So instead of glorifying an era over another perhaps we can value each generation for its unique contributions and learn from its experiences; this includes the present generation. Together we can seek to grow and learn together so as to create a better future.

  • D

    I was born in the late ’80’s, so I don’t fit this video…
    However, I’m not overweight, and I’m a successful business man. I went through school, graduated, played outside, while learning how to balance technology in my life. I never owned a Play Station, but I currently own two laptops, a tablet, and a smartphone. I’ve watched my former classmates enter the military, I’ve witnessed terrorism, and other heart wrenching situations. That’s part of growing up.
    Now, similar to others of my generation, instead of dwelling on what once was for past generation groups, we pick up our suitcase, backpack, smartphone, and head out the door realizing that we’re responsible for cleaning up the economical, political, and ethical carnage left by many of those who proudly “made it” from the ’50’s, ’60’s, and ’70’s.

  • Karen Cook

    Who can forget Fairyland, the great pool and the roller coaster? We would walk to and from there about 5 miles to spend the day. I went to the store for my Mom and my 2nd grade teacher. Was in charge of the hospital switchboard in the evenings at a major hospital at 16. Kids today don’t have the freedom to be kids like we did without worrying about perverts grabbing us.

  • Terri

    I was born in 1956 and had the greatest childhood. I feel sorry for the now generation. They are all wimpy do gooders telling everyone how to live, how to raise your children, what to eat, what is bad for you, how to talk, what you can and can’t wear, how to think, how to vote, what is too dangerous, what is unhealthy for you and the list goes on. It actually makes me sick that this Land of the Free has turned into the Land of the Enslaved. I grew up in a middle class family with great morales and values, self respect and for others, work hard for want you want and a firm religious upbringing. My parents worked hard and I never was without, was a healthy, happy kid playing outside all the time using my imagination and was quite the daredevil, I was a tomboy who loved horses. Never had seatbelts, helmets, regulated toys, cribs, clothes, food, no hand sanitizer, etc. but we never got sick, we were tough kids, not the ball babys of today and we were not afraid to do anything, we took chances with out a second thought. I gave my kids the same upbringing in the late 70’s and early 80’s. They did great until the 90’s hit, then they went thru a change, the Tech World hit. Now they have kids of their own, BUT, these kids are raised in front of computers, TV’s, cell phones, IPads, XBox, etc. and have no structure, no responsibilities, no self respect for themselves or others and no work ethics. It is sad to see this great country that once was go down the wayside in such a bad way. Until the people of this once great country take a stand to demand their rights restored and stop letting others run their life, I am afraid we all are doomed for failure and this country will be no more.