This is a forwarded email that I would like to share to recall how great the past was! These were the times where internet barely exists and all those high-end gadgets. These were the times that you can really experience all Filipino culture!
TO ALL FOLKS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
1950’s, 60’s, 70’s and early 80’s!
First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us. While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, ate Linunod, balikutsa, bukhayo and didn’t worry about diabetes.
Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints,other hammocks were made of blanket that is tied with rope and when you sway it hard, the baby might bump in the wall.
We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (just the diaper that is made of cloth that has a General Milling print which has a faded picture of a general saluting), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads, and there were no brakes the worst.
As children, we would ride in hot un-airconditioned buses with wooden seats, or cars with no air-conditioning & no seat belts (nowadays there are lots of buses that has cool ventilation coming from the air-con and with loud sounds playing inside).
Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat (children of today do not even know what a cow is).
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT bottled mineral water produced by Nature Spring, Viva, or Absolute Mineral water (sometimes we would drink straight from the faucet, water pump or deep well).
We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this or contacted with hepatitis.
We ate rice with star margarine, cold rice seasoned with pork oil and salt, drank raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank sofdrinks with real sugar in it (not the diet coke or Pepsi Max), but we weren’t sick or overweight because…
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. Syatong, Bato-Lata (Tumbang Preso), Bagol, Dakop-Dakop, Tago-Tago (Hide and Seek), Finding Spiders.
No one was able to reach us all day ( cellphones those days were not popular). And yes, we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys ( the ones where the tires are bearing) or the cariton that is made of bamboo and old slippers were formed as tires and then ride down the street, there were no news of hit and run case at that time! After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (sewage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare & dirty hands .
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no IPOD’s, no cell phones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Facebooks. …….. …WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents. The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words..does it hurt dude? but if it comes from our enemies we would shout, KARMA bitch! LOL
We played marbles (jolen) in the dirt , washed our hands just a little and ate biscocho (recycled bread). We were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs.
We had to live with homemade guns (made of wood then tied up with chinese garter or rubber band). Nonetheless, it was pure fun!
We made up games with sticks (syatong ), and cans (Tumbang Preso)and although we were told they were dangerous, there were no casualties of blindness but only a lump on the forehead.
We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or just yelled for them to jump out the window!
Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. There were no childhood depression and damaged self-esteem. The one who gets angry is a loser.
Parents or guardians were just in the corners to watch their children playing not to pick a fight with other parents.
That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever! They are the CEO’s, Engineers, Doctors and Military Generals of today.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had failure, success, and responsibility. We learned from our mistakes the hard way.
You might want to share this with others who’ve had the luck to grow up as real kids. We were lucky indeed.
And if you like, forward it to your kids too, so they will know how brave their parents were.
It kind of makes you wanna go out and climb a tree, doesn’t it?!