Kids in the '70s and '80s had a different experience when growing up. No wonder your auntie Betsie never misses a chance to tell the same old story of her 10-year-old self walking 5 km to school in freezing winter. “These days kids, they don’t know!” she mumbles.
But she must be right. This illuminating thread shared by Dan Wuori, the senior director of early learning at The Hunt Institute, shed light on what kids in the past experienced in their daily lives and most of it is simply hard to imagine.
“My high school had a smoking area. For the kids,” Wuori tweeted before asking everyone to share “What’s something you experienced as a kid that would blow your children’s minds?” Below we selected some of the most interesting posts that reveal just how much times have changed.
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The newspapers started reporting things that had been considered taboo before, including suicide, cancer and, more relevantly in this instance, pederasty. There's no evidence that there are more attacks on children today relative to the past, but our awareness of them is much, much higher. Consequently parents are more fearful of leaving children unsupervised.
Load More Replies...Talk about free range: This was typical. There really wasn't this constant helicoptering over kids, and if you knew a kid with that kind of parent, you felt sorry for them. I used to grab my bike and $5 on a Saturday and take the ferry from Washington State to Victoria, BC, and be gone all day. Alone. At age 12. No one thought that was weird. It was great.
That's amazing. But please understand that "this constant helicoptering over kids" is due to many, many things. I don't like to let my 12 yo kid ride her bike all around because there's so much traffic and people drive like maniacs. We do ride together and I teach her safe riding on the street, but the roads I biked on as a child have waaaaaay more traffic now.
Load More Replies...I remember eating a pack of candy cigarettes after a tough day of school.
Remember the Grape one in there. Some of them had more dust on them than others and you could get 2 puffs out of them.
Load More Replies...I was free range when I lived with my nana. Spent days down the brook with a net catching nothing. Didn't matter.
Didn't matter, didn't care, got wet, got muddy, we survived. had fun. made friends.
Load More Replies...I posted this under something else on here but the fact we had the "it's 10pm, do you know where your children are?" thing that came on TV gives the younger generation a pretty good idea of just how free range we all were lol
Ah the days of being a free range kid. Though I was a little too free range and mom would drive around the neighborhood sometimes looking for me since I wasn't where I said I'd be. In fairness to mom, I was way too young to be walking and biking as far as I went.
Trawling through the library index first to find the right encyclopedia / reference publication then building your footnotes / bibliography to support your submission. Roughly 30 minutes for per reference...
But all the other stuff you read whilst doing it. I love encyclopaedias.
Load More Replies...Ahh, the card catalog. Literally a whole section of a library, big wooden cubicles, tons of little drawers, millions of cards. If a card were misplaced or torn out, the book or reference didn't exist.
Ahhh, the Dewey Decimal System, micro-fiche was the closest to internet at that time for me. Actual research, not info in the palm of your hands while sitting on the toilet. LOL
Microfilm was how I learned the details of my brother's death, and that was a lot of work! I wonder what has happened to all the info on microfilm, if it's been preserved in other formats or if it's info is long lost....
Load More Replies...Oh man my dad did cleanup and restoration on houses after water and fire damages when I was young. And so many people would get rid of stuff just because it got a little soot on it or a tiny bit of water; I had 3 sets of encyclopedias 😁 I loved those damn things
If you were lucky, or sophisticated, you knew to go to the college library. There, someone might be insightful enough to show you more current journal articles.
It was common for teachers to cuff a student in the back of the head or hit them with a ruler.
A Girl in my class had to do a book report but hadn't read the book. The teacher just let her stand in the front of the class for several minutes without saying a word. It was brutal.
What if she had a reading disability? Or other learning disability? So many of the "lazy" kids actually had issues and no one to help them. Just humiliation.
Load More Replies...In my second year German class in my senior year (so 1977-1978), I kept asking the teacher to teach us some German cuss words. Instead, she had me look them up in the English-German dictionary, and share them with the class. Difference was, I wasn’t at all embarrassed about it—-and my classmates were so interested in it, I remember them peeking up, paying strict attention, and frantically taking notes!
Childhood memories are something most of us cherish throughout our lives. Prof. Krystine Batcho, a scholar in science of nostalgia and licensed psychologist, has developed a tool to measure our emotions towards the past using the Nostalgia Inventory Test. The tool shows how strongly and how often people feel nostalgic.
In a previous in-depth interview with Prof. Batcho, Bored Panda asked the professor about the role our childhood memories play in our lives. According to the professor, childhood memories can influence our adult lives in a number of ways. “They can contribute to our overall sense of happiness in life.”
because as we know all dads smoke and all moms bake
Load More Replies...We’d run to the corner market with a few bucks & a note from our babysitter or aunt to grab them a pack of cigarettes. Our reward was being able to buy candy or soda with the change.
My mom had me and my brother go into the store with a Food Stamp dollar, buy a candy bar, bring her the change and then she would have enough for a pack of Cigarettes. Good times!
Load More Replies...Our first grade teacher made ashtrays for our dads by gluing our picture underneath the clear dish so a cigarette could be extinguished on our faces. And my parents didn't smoke. Off to the office it went.
My mom STILL has the pencil holder I made. (I'm 48 now) Gawd that thing was ugly. Emphasis on the UGH!! LOL
Me too. Still at least it wasn't difficult choosing what to watch!
Load More Replies...And when the plastic k**b finally broke and fell off, you got out the pliers to change the channel.
Yep... And if you were lucky your city had one or two independent UHF channels.
Load More Replies...And only one TV. With 6 people in the house, good luck ever seeing the show you want.
Load More Replies...And we thought it was a gift from the gods when we finally got FOX lol
Load More Replies...When you had to go to Channel No.3 in order to play video games. True era of games and hackers...
If I remember correctly my grandma's TV only got 3 channels that were clear and the few others were mostly static depending on what time of day it was. That was also during the period when kids were used as the TV remote.
I was a little girl in the 70s..I recall UHF channels..old TVs in the 70s-80s before cable ( my family got cable in 82) had 2 dials. Bottom dial was for the top 4 channels ..ABC , CBS, NBC, and PBS..if you wanted to watch cartoons you had to put the bottom dial up to U (the U was up in the 12:00 position then turn the top dial for UHF channels.. they were the upper number channels. I lived in the Philadelphia area so we had I think had 4 UHF channels .Channels 17, 23, 29, 48.You had to use rabbit ears to make clear and I remember on a good clear day you might get a New York channel.
This was "normal" in the UK in the 80s and 90s. Uniform was a skirt for the girls. In winter they simply wore woolly tights, which was also part of the uniform and had to be a certain colour. Boys wore trousers and it was only if it was really hot we could wear shorts and very occasionally it would be declared a "no tie" day.
It was my normal in the 2000s as well in my catholic school in spain. We were only allowed to wear trousers for the gym. We werent allowed to wear sandals, or show shoulders or knees "because they are erotic".
Load More Replies...Yeah, it was 1968 or 69 when several dozen girls in my high school wore pants to school as a protest against the dress code. From the reaction of the administration you'd think they had come naked. And murdered several people.
Same where I went to school in Maryland. Only canceled school in winter if you could not find your car in a snow drift. Had to wear dresses. Wore pants under them on the bus but those pants had to come off in the cloak room and be hung up with your coat. I think we finally were allowed to wear pants in 7th grade in Texas. Then it was double knit pant suits that had to cover your rear as not to distract the boys. Not kidding.
So times really haven't changed a ton. We are allowed to wear pants but still get dress coded for literally everything when the boys are wearing shorter shorts than ours!
Grew up in South Africa in the 80s and 90s. Although it never gets below freezing at ground level, central heating is uncommon there, and the school uniform for girls was skirts or dresses only. We wore opaque tights UNDER our woollen stockings. And were still cold. I was thankful to see from recent photos that my alma mater seems to have relaxed the uniform rules to include a warm, comfortable tracksuit option.
Also went to high school in SA. I started in 1976, which was a shockngly cold year. We asked our principal if we could wear trousers. Nope. So we, meaning the entire standard 6 classes, decided we would wear whatever clothes we wanted in order to stay warm When we received our reports at the end of the year, the letter was to advise that all girls could wear trousers, and black stockings. We won the privelege on behalf of all future female students. Right until the end of my schooling year, we gave the principal grief. On the last day of actual school before wrighting our final exams, he had the entire class of 1980 kicked off the school grounds.
Load More Replies...School uniforms. Ya. Glad kids can dress as they want now. Yet it still amazes me, some will will wear shorts in a blizzard.
We still have skirts as our dress code! The boys have an option of pants or shorts though 🤨
When skirts were getting shorter and shorter, teachers could make you kneel and if the hem of your skirt didn't touch the floor, you were sent home to change.
In religion class, the girls have to go up to the front of the class, and have the space between our knees and the hem of our skirt measured with an index card. If it’s too short they send an email to your parents
Load More Replies...Moreover, Batcho argues that social experiences we had when little are crucial to our development and adult lives. “Positive childhood social events, such as family get-togethers during the holidays or parties to celebrate birthdays or achievements, help establish good self-esteem and healthy social skills in adulthood,” she told us.
Prof. Batcho’s life-long research suggested that “positive childhood memories are associated with more adaptive coping skills in adulthood.” For example, people with happier memories of childhood were less likely to turn to counterproductive ways of dealing with stressful situations, such as substance abuse or escapist behavior.
You think that's bad. When I was a university, I didn't have a phone and used the public call boxes at the end of the street. Doesn't sound too bad until I say that I lived in the red light district and got propositioned whilst on the phone to my mother! LOL
Yeah, but there were also red light districts! Most teens today wouldn't know what that was thanks to the internet and Onlyfans.
Load More Replies...I dated a guy who, while on road trips, would call his mother collect. If he used a fake name, she knew he was just letting her know he's OK/arrived safely and would reject the call. If he used his real name, she'd pick up because it was important/an emergency.
Was just about to type this and then I saw you. Please have a vote 😁
Load More Replies...I just had a system. Call with pay money, let ring three times, hang up.
Aha aha yes! Intense listening for those 3 rings haha! Not forgetting the obligatory and socially acceptable yelling of "Why did you pick up?!?!" if they answered before the 3rd ring
Load More Replies...I love pay phones. I miss them. They should leave them for emergencies. What if you battery dies?
No buttons will ever be as tactilely satisfying as payphone buttons. I genuinely want a keypad from one as a fidget.
In the early 1950's, my parents had only one car. My father had to commute from Long Island to NYC Mon-Fri. They developed a routine. He'd put a dime in the pay phone, let it ring twice, and hang up. That was the signal for Mom to pick him up at the station. They reasoned (correctly) that somebody actually trying to call would let it ring more than twice.
The amount of times I would burn my hands on the monkey bars from the hot Aussie sun 😤 the blisters! But my god was it fun!!!
Who remembers having a metal swingset in their yard or a friend's and that very distinct sound of it pulling up from the ground if you swung too high?
It wasn't summer in Texas unless you left your thigh flesh smeared down the metal slides.
Said playground equipment securely embedded in the uncushioned concrete/blacktop, of course.
Especially the merry go round of death! Hot metal and a teacher that would help us go really fast!
Back then, we could've been selected for the Hunger Games or Maze Runner and got thru that with ease!
So my dad worked for the schools when they switched to newer plastic playground equipment. He was allowed to take the old stuff home. I had a merry-go-round and monkey bars in my backyard growing up. 👍good times
Those slides would get hot enough to melt your tennis shoes if you lingered too long before the trip down
My elementary school had a metal jungle gym and if you fell you landed on asphalt.
One of ours threw a board "rubber" hit a kid, who had to have stitches. For those too young, a rubber was a lump of wood with some felt attached to rub out chalk on the blackboard.
Load More Replies...My 3rd grade teacher took off her shoe and threw it at a kid for talking in class. He ducked, and it hit the girl behind him in the face. She happened to be the Principal's daughter.
Some of the classrooms had a long wooden pointer for the blackboard, and a couple of my teachers were in the habit of smacking it across the table of whoever was distracted. Instant pre-adolescent heart attack.
My science teacher used to thwomp our desks often with a yardstick. It always made us jump!
Load More Replies...First offence: board-wiping cloth Second offence: chalk Third offence: the felt & wood board eraser, accompanied by "If you don't behave I'll bounce you." We never found out what bouncing entailed, but we were 3 floors up. Our 10-year old heads were capable of doing the sums. Full disclosure: the board eraser never actually hit anyone, but it made a hell of a bang when it hit the wall behind the miscreant.
Ooh, so did Sister Kay, my first grade teacher.
Load More Replies...Jr. High, 1974 (USA grades 7-8). Biology teacher. A very eccentric man nicknamed Uncle Al the Kiddies Pal. He could throw a very well used chalkboard eraser so that it landed chalked side down for a small infraction, or chalk side up for a medium infraction. Chalk side up resulted in a choking cloud of chalk dust rising to face. Long after I had graduated he lost it and threw a stapler. Didn't hit anyone but he got suspended.
My brother had a teacher (can't spell his last name so I'll just call him Mr M.) who would do sonething funny. During class, Mr M. would ask one of the students a math question and if they got it right, all was well but, if the student was wrong, Mr. M would grab a chalkboard eraser and throw it at the student while yelling "Wrong!". The students all found it funny.
That means that healthy coping is not something we’re born with, but rather “it is learned during childhood by role modeling trusted adults, and memories of how respected adults coped with adversity,” the professor explained.
If you deeply cherish your childhood memories and carry them throughout your life, you’re not the only one, Batcho argues. The professor explained that this phenomenon is called “rosy retrospection,” and it refers to a tendency to remember the past as better than it really was.
Ha. There was one bus stop in the entire village. Apart from the one and only school bus, the remainder of the bus service flipped between one an hour to two busses a week! I walked to primary school, including on my own from about aged 7 or 8, and cycled to secondary school which was 3 miles away in the nearest town. This is probably why I have such little patience with the Chelsea tractors (SUVs) doing the "school run".
I don't know of any school district that drops off kids house by house. Someone's trying to make believe they had it rough.
The kids don't stand outside and wait for the bus. They wait until the bus stops at their driveway, then they casually walk out to the bus. We not only had to walk to the bus stop area, we waited there for the bus cuz if you weren't there, they didn't wait for you.
Load More Replies...This drives me NUTS in the morning when I get stuck behind a school bus. Like really?!?! Your precious little baba can't walk HALF A BLOCK so the bus can make 1 stop instead of 6??? Bloody ridiculous.
There could be some road safety issues that make it unsafe for the kids to walk to just one bus stop. Perhaps if there were fewer cars, or if the streets were designed to be safe for pedestrians, you wouldn't be so inconvenienced. Don't blame it on the kids. Also, some kids require door-top-door transportation.
Load More Replies...Kids that lived within a mile of school had to walk. On bad weather days I'd walk a quarter mile further away to catch the bus.
3km was the limit. If you lived closer than that to the school, you walked. Above that, you got a bus ticket. If you were abled, of course, wheelchair users and such got more help
Load More Replies...In my rural area we still have just one bus stop in the village, one bus every 90 minute from 7 to 5. None in the evening or weekends. And they wonder why more people don't use the public transportation system.
One of my fav family photos is my aunt in her hospital bed with my cousin in one arm, and a cigarette in my aunt's other hand.
I worked in a hospital and the staff even smoked! Asheville, NC. True story.
I was born in 82 and while my mom was in labor her doctor walked in smoking lol
Load More Replies...As a kid in a crowd, you had to be careful as smokers walked with their cigarette hand/arm dangling down at their side, so you had to dodge the burning cigarette ends.
In High School we had a section in the parking lot for Students to smoke between classes/Lunchtime.
Parents would send their kids to buy the cigarettes. I know, mine did!
Heck, I remember a babysitter sending my sib and I outside to play when we were 2 & 4 and not knowing where we were for the whole day. Generally we were off in the woods or a corn field down the road, but we could be up to 3 miles away in another part of town looking for other kids to play with. And rarely were we actually together. Once the light started getting low, we knew it was time to head home as our parents would be done with work soon. Mind you, this also meant dinner was the only meal we ate weekdays. Our poor parents had no idea as we never complained. We weren’t just free range kids, we were half feral.
I did this (not in the forest but woods) by myself and was gone hours.
When me and my brothers were in CA, we would explore the creek behind the house, going far upstream and downstream (where it became more of a culvert and quite deep, I almost fell in once at the deep point). We were 5,6 and 7. At most 6.7, and 8. When mom moved with us (back, for her) to NYC, we would go explore in Central Park alone and bring back all sorts of critters and stick them in the bathtub (bullfrog tadpoles, fish, crayfish - a baby snapper)... We also explored abandoned buildings. We were 8.9 and 10 or so. Maybe 9, 10 and 11 (I was the youngest with two older brothers. But I was also the boldest).
Why does the world seem more dangerous now than it was 40 years ago?
My grandmother use to make me and my brother a hot toddy when we were sick, when we were 4 & 5 years old.
Ditto, minus the dog! I think this sort of exploration builds character and the ability to manage unexpected situations.
In junior high and high school, I'd take long walks all over town. In high school, I suffered insomnia, and would sneak out at night and just walk around downtown. People would tell me how "dangerous" it was, but seriously, the only people (in MY hometown of about 100,000 people) in the downtown at night were prostitutes and couples with babies. It was kinda funny to me to see a woman pushing a stroller at midnight, with her husband walking a couple steps behind. When I was in high school, we lived near the sea, and my Dad had a condo on the beach, and I used to go spend the weekend there alone sometimes. My Dad would drop me off on Friday night and come pick me up Sunday evening.
We used to play in the Pear orchards all day or just go up into the mountains
“There might be an evolutionary reason for it, because a favorable focus on the past helps most people remain healthy and happy despite the practical and emotional challenges of adult life,” prof. Batcho explained. Having said that, it’s also important to note that memory retrieval and the way we feel about them is directly influenced by a person’s current mood and state of mind. It turns out that when we are sad or depressed, we are more likely to remember negative events in our past and remember past experiences less favorably.
The one I remember was mostly a toy: molded plastic seat, one inch plastic strap with a buckle, and a plastic steering wheel with a squeeky horn button.
I can only assume whoever invented that, specifically the horn, did not have children. I wonder how many parents over the years wanted to find him and murder him lol.
Load More Replies...My mom said with how crappy the ones in the early 80s were, none was better. Mine was apparently a plastic monstrosity with a single button to get out of it. A single button said kid could easily press, unlike the straps nowadays that take a masters degree to figure out.
Load More Replies...My mom relied on The Flying Arm of Steel. Because she had lightning-fast reflexes, I spent a significant amount of my childhood going, "whoomppff.
Oh and don't forget, you were done with carseat after 4/5; no boosters, just seatbelt and a fight with siblings over who got to sit in the front.
Just what I was thinking! We had no car seats, and no one ever wore seatbelts. Also, if we were lucky to know someone with a pickup truck, we got to ride in the bed. Fun times!
Load More Replies...I've seen worse. On my classic there was a child seat that straddled the propshaft tunnel. Perfect for yeeting toddlers and babies out the car when you stop overquickly.
I remember riding on the center console of my papa's truck. Also in the back of the truck.
Load More Replies...What car seat? I sat on Dad s lap, grabbed the wheel and told the car to go faster.
That was a student prank. Our chemistry teacher had some mercury in a beaker and we stuck our hands in it. Not sure that touching it is a big deal, but you don't want to ingest it.
The biggest danger of mercury is that it has a very low vapor point, so even at body temperature, you are likely breathing in mercury fumes, which is very toxic.
Load More Replies...I used to for in the service department of a medical equipment company. We had a guy who would fix the Welch Allyn BP units, back in the day when they had an indicator filled with Mercury. He locked himself in his workshop one day. The door had to be broken down and he was hiding under the bench crying. Turns out he had mercury poisoning from years of exposure. Was off for months, but when he came back he was looking much better.
I spent hours chasing mercury around the bathroom floor (and captured some) whenever a thermometer broke.
As long as you didn't have any cuts on your hands you shoulda been fine
When you play with mercury, it can off-gas and that is where so many get exposed
Load More Replies...In the 80's a kid brought in a plastic bag of mercury from a busted thermometer. After he showed everyone how cool it was the science teacher told him he should probably carefully get rid of it and wash his hands (which were discolored from the mercury). In the 90's a school near where I live shut down for weeks to decontaminate the whole school because a kid had brought liquid mercury into the school. The main concern seemed to be the carpets.
Mercury poisoning... Anxiety, depression, irritability, memory problems, numbness, tremors... I'm not a Doctor though recommend OP and anyone else having "played" with mercury gets a checkup...ASAP
Touching the mercury itself isn't that much of a problem. It's the vapor that will cause poisoning. Depending on how long they were exposed, it's even likely nothing has happened. I'm not so sure about the kid bringing it to school though.
Load More Replies...When people look back at "the good old days" when it seemed kids were respectful of adults, teachers, police, etc. what was different then? Consequences. Real ones. Momentarily painful and frightening if necessary. Nothing like a good scare to make a lesson stick. This new agey stuff where every kid is special and important and every kid gets a trophy no matter what, even if the kid never practiced an hour off the field, has ruined our youth and made them all narcissistic snowflakes who don't even know to duck their head to avoid a tree branch. All they want is clicks and likes and RTs.
Load More Replies...One of the Vice Principles at the high school had a paddle with holes in it (think wooden spaghetti measuring thing). Boys experienced it - girls never did.
Private "Christian" school, US. Principal used that paddle board with holes quite liberally, on both boys and girls. Teachers all had wooden measuring sticks they hit students with at will. HATED that school.
Load More Replies...Had a supervisor tell me he was going to "adjust" my attitude behind the warehouse... He got his ego mixed up with his actual skillsets.
And you were a delinquent child at a warehouse school?
Load More Replies...It was real. I was only paddled once at school, in 2nd grade, by a substitute teacher. My parents were p!ssed. Not because I was paddled, because they didn't get called.
Load More Replies...Our Assistant Head Teacher, a right evil old g!t, took great delight in using the cane. That was until a rather fearsome 16 year old, who came to school on a large motorbike despite being a year too young to ride it, told him in no uncertain terms that he knew were he lived and it would be in his best interest to stop caning kids. As the boy was part of a Hells Angels group, the cane was soon a thing of the past. (This was about 1965 when Rockers were a big thing in the UK)
Now staff are expected to be punching bags for any kid who wants to throw a punch.
And I think this is wrong--I believe most teachers want to teach, and are particularly sensitive to the "problem" students who not only have no respect for their teachers but their peers.
Load More Replies...When I was in high school (98-03) there was still one oldschool teacher like that. He wasn’t used often but that occasional time a violent kid needed someone to hit he’d let them, and everyone respected it. (He wasn’t beating them down, more like exhausting them until they could be restrained). Good on you Edwards.
We had an *old school* teacher called "MA" Weaver. She didn't take shart from any student, would throw chalkboard erasers at the disruptive ones and even drag them out of her classroom by their ear (even while they held onto their desk). She was the most beloved teacher in our high school.
Load More Replies...If my kid was so disruptive at school that a teacher or principal needed to smack them, I'd not only support the school, but be fecking embarrassed that my kid was such a jerk and needed "schooling".
Not awesome for my overly plump friend that squeezed his way in but couldn't squeeze his way out. Good thing camera phones didn't exist back then. He would never have lived down being instructed by the fire department to strip down and then handed a cup of cold fryer grease to lube up with so he could squeeze back through. That was 50 years ago and I still can't get that image out of my head...
Load More Replies...McDonaldLand! One of the McDonalds near me still has the remnants of one.
I used to have my birthday parties at McDonald's! One year my parents were able to schedule it on a day that Ronald McDonald was visiting... I felt like the coolest kid in the world that day!
i went to a convention that had that creepy tree one on sail. I took a photo of it and edited it into a barbie tree
My son had his 4th birthday party at Maccas. We paid a bit extra for ice cream cake, which the host served on a freshly washed, still warm from the dishwasher plate!! The kids all loved the "puddle cake"!!
McDonald's was awesome when I was little. They all pretty much suck now.
I LOVED THAT DAMN PLAYGROUND! I burned myself a lot , all the rides got really hot in the Texas sun.
We had to call Telecom (Now Telstra) and ask for a wake up call if the power went out the night before and we couldn't set the alarm clock 🤣🤣
Our house was hooked up to a party line till just after I graduated high school - 1992
Wow here in my part of the south we did not have party lines in any of our family homes as far back as the early 1970s.
Until the late 80's / early 90's you only had to dial the last 4 digits of a local phone number to make a call.
Probably because they were hunting rifles, used for hunting and not assault rifles, used for God knows what.
hunting and assault are verbs. they are just rifles
Load More Replies...Our high school sponsored a target shooting competition, which was held at a farm owned by one of the teacher. Before going to the farm, we did a group photo of all the participating students holding their rifles in front of the main entrance of the school. The photo was published in our school yearbook.
Gun safety was a required course in my high school. It was taught by the driver's education teacher. I'm thankful for the class still today... And I'm still a pretty good shot.
Load More Replies...Shooting a deer on the way to school. Not uncommon for country boys.
Not every school shooting has been from an "assault" rifle - there were not mass shootings of any kind back then but now ..... What has changed? The guns are not causing the 'recent' phenomena of mass shootings - something else is causing a significant behavioural change. I know the down votes are queuing up since I'm blaming people instead of guns but that won't change the truth.
My Husband Brought his rifle to school and put it in his locker so he could hunt going home. Not an issue.
I've posted this before but we we're doing trap shooting in PE in the 90's.
My classmates would lock their pickups because the high school was just a block from the junior high and the grade school another block farther down the street. We never did have a shooting at school or anywhere else.
At 14 (1966), I started working in a drug store. Sometimes I would sell medicines with opium and other such drugs in them. All over the counter, all legal.
I remember my mom buying these, all she had to do was sign a log book to get whatever. Stuff did stop the coughing!
Load More Replies...My parents told me that neighbors would knock on each other’s doors at night to ask for whiskey or bourbon for their screaming babies. They had to do it too with my brother and me. This was early ‘70s. He said it was kind of funny, frazzled neighbors desperately going door to door for baby booze
Hot Toddy, sleep with full pajamas and socks, sweat it right on out
Still the absolute best cold and flu medicine. Well, alongside Theraflu.
Load More Replies...Codeine cough syrup can still be sold over the counter in some places. You have to buy it from the pharmacist directly, only a small amount, only once every so many days, and you have to sign a log book for it.
I'm pretty sure they mean the actual codeine and not the cough medicine that really doesn't do any wonders. I remember taking codeine for a cough, those were just codeine tablets.
Load More Replies...I miss those days. When I had my tonsils out the saint of a doctor I had wrote me a prescription for some of the most glorious codeine cough syrup I've ever had. I was on my third day before I realized I had read the label wrong. should have been taking a teaspoon every few hours not a table spoon.
When I was really sick, my mom would give me whiskey, honey and lemon. I don't remember it helping but I was prolly drunk, therefore quiet, so it worked great for my mom
My oldest son was given tincture of opium for severe colic. It worked beautifully!
The only thing that worked for me with really painful inflammation from Covid/Long Covid has been Kaolin & Morphine. I’m struggling to buy any more though 😭
Load More Replies..."May cause serious ir fatal injury" ... I'm in
Load More Replies...I was 7 or 8, on my grandparents’ enormous front lawn in the country and lobbing my Jarts as hard to try to make it from one end of the lawn to the other. Couldn’t quite make it. So I took a running start and hurled one with all my might…straight up into the air. I looked up at flying into the sky, and then covered my head and ran screaming as it came back down. It went about eight inches into the ground when it landed. Hooray for dangerous toys!
Playing 'peg' with the axe. Original: Stand in a circle facing each other. Throw a tent peg to land between another person in the circles feet. Alternatively play it with an axe. For some reason the adults would be very mad and make us sharpen the axe afterwards, they were mad bc it went dull being thrown into the grass ground, not bc we were throwing an axe after each other's feet.
Yup. BB guns, bow and arrows, and running with sticks could get you a eye patch too.
We used to have a bow and arrow set that had suction cups that could pull your eye out, if it hit just right. And plastic guns that shot these plastic BBs that would leave a welt, so I imagine those could also cost you an eye. But mostly we just played without toys, made stuff up. Had wagons and bikes to go on adventures with. And kick ball, but jacks were my favorite.
Load More Replies...What an ironic choice to have the primary jart on the box pointing directly at the head of one of the people.(For those too young to remember, the biggest danger of Jarts is that they were very capable of penetrating your skull.)
Jarts based on a Chinese war weapon, Clackers based on an Argentinian hunting weapon. What could possibly go wrong?
In my conuntry, to go to some cities with no airport (lets say 8 hour drive) you have 4 options: your car, train, interstate bus or what is called a "Comité" which are 70's cars, like Dodges, Chryslers, Buicks, etc that were very confortable due to the leg room and they run soooo smoooth!
Load More Replies...As a kid standing up to look over the front seat. When sitting in the front seat, mum sweeping an arm in front of me to stop me from being flung into the steel dash when hard braking. The no seatbelt times were terrible. In an accident people flew out the windshield or were bashed on the dash or steering wheel. Crumple zone design didn't exist; the engine could come back through the firewall.
The arm thing must be an instinct. When my boyfriend rolled his truck, we had our seatbelts on, but still my arm flew out to hold him against his seat. And I never even had kids!
Load More Replies...And the ash trays. We used to be cloistered in closed vehicles with two or three adults, all smoking. You'd get yelled at if you begged to open a window, too. This is why I got pneumonia on an almost quarterly schedule as a kid.
I'm just young enough for my Dad to have heard you're not supposed to do that with kids in the car; he always opened a window to smoke if we were along . We used to complain about it in the winter. (Not in the summer, because of course the family car did not have air conditioning.)
Load More Replies...This article is about the 70s & 80s. If you bought a new or newer car, it would have seat belts. Lap belts first required in new cars in the U.S. (in the front seats - '61; in back seat optional that year). By 1968 lap and shoulder belts installed in new cars.
Load More Replies...No headrests. But I guess you could not get whiplash anyway, as your neck would outright snap in a crash.
This article is about the 70s-80s. Head Restraints (not head "rests") were installed in new cars in U.S. manufactured after Dec 31, 1968.
Load More Replies...For sure. If my dad dropped me off to watch a movie I'd run in, check, then come back out and say "The movie is over in 1 hour and 47 minutes. Be here 4:37PM. Do you hear me? 1 hour and 47 minutes. He'd roll on in at about 5:30ish at best as if nothing was wrong. Every single time. Same with if he dropped me at the library. Or if we went to a museum together he'd disappear when I wasn't looking. It would take me an hour to find him. It was like herding cats going anywhere with him. I should have tied him up like a horse so at least I could find him again.
As the youngest of 13 children, I was left places on a pretty regular basis Including one time when I was left at a museum in Chicago, my parents figured out that I wasn't with them when they were about four hours outside of Chicago headed back home.
My dad was constantly forgetting to pick me and my sister up from after school activities and my mum was always late. What on gods green earth were they doing????
When my brother and I were still in elementary school, our parents would drop us off at the movie theatre while they went shopping. Late 60's/ early 70's.
Summer holidays, mid sixties, ten or eleven. I would meet mates down the park and play football all day. Kids would come along and join in, occasionally going home for food and a drink. I had a key would make beans on toast or a sandwich, then go back to the game. Sometimes I would take my sarnies and stay all day till it got dark.
My girl scout troop forgot me a lot of places, too, in the mid-90s. Left me in San Antonio Tx once, I lived in the Dallas area at the time. Just my luck my grandparents lived in San Antonio, I flew home by myself and was standing in the troop leader's driveway when they got home. The look on her face: Priceless
My mom would drop me off at the dentist for HOURS! No cell phone back then. She just came back when she felt like it. Or sometimes, they would close and cars would clear out of the parking lot and she'd be asleep in the car somewhere in the back.
There is one of these near my sisters, in a park, it is 3 feet wide. Spin on that fast and you will vomit and feel ill for the rest of the day.
There is one of these in the playground across the street from my house. I hope our tiny little village never removes it. :)
Boyyyyyy, those things in hotter weather were death traps! (but we went on them anyway)
Fortunately, the jet injectors do no use a needle, but instead use a high pressure spray that penetrates the top layers of skin to deliver the vaccine. They used to be used for mass vaccinations, but now only a fraction of people in the States use it for insulin.
Why don’t they still use this? I hate needles, does this hurt more or less orrrr?
Load More Replies...Our polio vaccines were given at mass injection sessions at the local armory. In those times, syringes were glass and needles were large bore, sometimes in need of sharpening. The place smelled of alcohol and fear. Someone always cried.
My polio vaccine was given in a cube of sugar that we had to eat.
Load More Replies...They lined us kids up in the basement of a department store and gave us the smallpox and polio vaccines production line style. Those polio guns left an interesting mark that stayed on your arm for years afterward.
Well at least the nurse tried to calm her down, though a newborn should not be near smoking!
I think back then a lot of people smoked all though their pregnancy. At some point this was even adviced to lower birth weight and have an easier delivery...
Load More Replies...We used to smoke in the break room in the Emergency Room with the door open. Finally quit 12 years ago.
My dad was recovering in an amputees ward...all ex smokers. Walked past an atrium...all the nurses and 2 doctors were out there smoking.
Same thing with my father. They wheeled him to an outdoor patio so he could sit outside and get some fresh air and there were doctors and nurses out there having a cigarette break.
Load More Replies...Your comment brought back a memory when my daughter was born in 1982. Due to a higher than normal number of deliveries at the hospital, the delivery room at 3:30 am consisted of my wife, the obstetrician, a nurse and myself. When my daughter was delivered, the nurse did the cleanup, wrapped up my daughter in blankets, handed her to me and told me to follow her to the nursery. No wrist-band or identity checks at all! So, off we went - a precious moment at the beginning of my daughter's life I'll never forget. What's also a strange twist is she's a Physical Therapist today at the very same hospital.
2002, Sicily., doctor still smoking while seeing patients in his one room "office". Just strip your clothes off and hop on the table while *cough* I finish my cigarette. Why do you want me to wash my hands?
Or cigarettes for mom from the corner store…with a handwritten note.
I did the same for my grandmother at 6/7yo but no note was needed. The cashier would just ask, "Are these cigarettes for you?" And I would say nope for my grandma and they were good with it...(sigh) the good ole days!!
Load More Replies...My mom would send me in the car to buy a pack of cigarettes when I was 12. She taught me how to drive to the local store. There was only one store and one road and only two people drove it a day. I use to ride my horse down to the the store to get it but they complained that my pony tried to bite the other customers.
Ah i remember buying cigarettes for my dad and crying to and from home because of the cancer related anti smoking ads on TV
Writing notes for ourselves "please let my daughter purchase X-brand cigarettes" and the gas station accepting them. This was 1993.
I remember going to the corner store (I was probably 6 or 7) to buy my mother cigarettes.
And I'll bet not a single one of you has problems with mosquitos living in your lungs. I call that a result!
We did too. Our town was on a hill at the edge of 20 sq. miles of marshland. The mosquitoes were terrible. Some called them the provincial air force.
OMG! SC, I was JUST telling a similar story to my friend, Esha last night. I remember camping by the beach chasing the mosquito fogger truck. 60 yrs old and healthy as a Trojan horse made of the finest hardwood.
Jersey shore, 1940s-50s. All the women on my dad’s side of the family bathed in that ddt truck spray got cancer of the ovaries and breast in the 60s and 70s. But they were all also obese, and some of them smoked.
Mosquito trucks were still around in the 90's here but we never chased them
We had Nitty Nora the head explorer. You were treated then and there. The shame of going back to class was dreadful.
She was a generic nurse, not some poor lady called Nora. We called ours Nitty Nora the Bug Explorer. Wasn't a particularly big deal as when there was an outbreak of head lice, we all had to line up and be checked.
Load More Replies...I didn't know they were looking for nits. I thought it was a relaxing event once or twice a year. Ahh...head massage.
We had a dentist in the school. There are reasons why I fear dentists, but the top one was this hag drilling into the root and having the assistant secure my arms, because "I was being a baby". I was trying to give a sign that it f*king hurts. The torture continued for what feels like forever, but was probably only 5 or 10 minutes. Edit: I was 10
We had dental school appointments -without anesthesia. I hated them so much, I went to the dental office and told them that they girl they called for (myself) moved to another school and would not be present here any more. They stopped calling me for an appointment! No one cheked info from some unknown girl.
My school would send a notice on a certain date the school was giving shots for polio and smallpox.
I'm also from Raleigh. My second grade teacher's wooden paddle was made by her husband and he'd even done fancy burn in lettering to put her name on it. Good times
Two guys that got caught fighting in my high school were sent to the principles office and he decided that each of them should spank each other. I've never seen bruised butts like they had after it was done. This wouldn't happen today.
I bet it was hilarious, though. For it's time, anyway.
Load More Replies...Too much chance of some pervert with a spanking fetish. Dont touch other people any age.
This happened to me and a couple of other kids. After roughly 15 years I still haven't gotten over it.
Load More Replies...My elementary teacher refused to give my my ADHD medicine during school, and when I'd fail to listen or follow directions, she'd throw a glass of water in my face in front of the whole class so I'd have to sit there wet and be reminded all day of how I misbehaved.
If sent to the headmaster for the cane, upon entering his study he’d first tell you to “Say hello to Denzil” (one of his fluffy toys on his shelf). He would tower over you yelling about whatever crime you’d committed. He’d then talk you through his collection of weapons neatly displayed upon his wall and their properties: the thin whippy cane than would sting for hours; the 2 inch wide leather strap that would leave a burning red mark until the following day; the inch wide oak walking stick that would “probably break every bone in your hand”, and so one. Finally, he’d sentence you to six of the best, often chuckling, shouting out with each stroke of the weapon, “ONE! TWO! THREE!…” etc. After the sixth and final stroke, just when you thought it was over, he’d bellow “And one more for talking to toys!” Whack! If you didn’t greet Denzil, you’d get one more for disobeying him.
Man, did anyone ever check this guy's crawlspace? He truly sounds like a serial uh unaliver.
Load More Replies...We had a wooden paddle (like a big table tennis bat - but no rubber) and the teacher would put a big cross on it in chalk before wacking you, so everybody could tell who had had the 'padda bat'!
In Junior High I had a teacher with a wood paddle. One day he announced he had taken it down to the woodworking shop and drilled holes in it. He said it cut down wind resistance and he could swing it faster.
My mom was a 6-7th grade Math teacher. She was well known for the ruler she used to pop the students knuckles. Those same students would come see her at her PT job at KMart near the high school. Over the years, they'd bring their wives and children to meet her. Years later the Principal threatened to fire her for popping their knuckles. She decided to retire early..
That would have been quite a trick in the 70s and 80s, since Netflix wasn't even founded until mid-1997.
Oh, you sweet summer child! That was the late 90s & early to mid Oughts. There was no Netflix or dvds in the 70s/80s.
yes, the title did say 70/80’s, but the question was different, never talked about the year
Load More Replies...I still get DVDs from Netflix because I can't stream here in rural Virginia
Netflix doesn't Stream all their movies. Especially for old movies, you have to rent the DVD.
Load More Replies...Netflix still sends out DVDs in the mail. Not everything is available on the stream.
We also rented the VCR because buying one was too expensive.
Load More Replies...Ok that didn't happen in the 70s or 80s lol. It was def in the 2000s! 80s were all VHS.
Sent in the mail??? I had to actually walk, a good long walk uphill both ways ;), to the video store where we rented VHS tapes. And that started when I was about 13, before that you either saw it in the theater, or waited until it was on HBO or Showtime, before that u had to wait until 1 of the 3 networks or however many UHF stations u got showed it with a whole bunch of commercial breaks!!!
And make sure you don't get caught going through the beaded curtain to the 'special' section - by a clerk or, more embarrassingly, a neighbor.
Load More Replies...We had a new girl freaking out when she transferred to our school because all the girls wore smocked tops with flowing sleeves and bell-bottom jeans and at her previous school only pregnant girls wore smocked tops.
small school - 400 kids grade 1 - 12 . i know for a fact the tailback on the team had a thing going on with the 1st grade teacher.
Parents: "Where you going?" Me: "Out." Parents: "Dinner is at 7 be back by then"
Half the time, my parents wouldn't even ask, but then we were pretty well trained to say "Mom! Going out!" and usually we'd say where we planned to go if we actually KNEW where we were going.
Load More Replies...this is true, but not the be home before dark. 12 years old stumbling home, 3 AM drunk
Didn't have tape. Had 45's, a small record with one song on each side. They cost a dollar, which was minimum hourly wage.
I started school in 1958, and even then, teachers didn't smoke at their desks.
I can still picture those aluminum fastfood ashtrays. I used to love folding them.
Little or no sex-ed and condoms weren't as easily available to teens.
Load More Replies...Oh, it wasn't a drill, we were definitely attacked! In junior high, all bunched under the desks, NOT ME (I had class) but other boys would definitely let fly with weapons of mass destruction.
Load More Replies...Yep. Lived 90 miles from DC. Even I at 7 and 8 knew it was folly. Was really surprised in 2010 in Seattle to find out they had volcano drills. I asked what they did. They take their classes to go stand out in the woods. WTH???
I don't think standing in the woods would save you
Load More Replies...Cuban missle crisis in '62. There were no precision guidance systems. They simply aimed for the strategic big cities. Bomb shelter business was booming. Air raid early warning drills. The family decided we would simply stand on the front lawn and await our fate. A very bad memory.
Yeah, those drills were a thing. My school days were long ago, but I remember these. I remember we spent a whole day once (maybe in 4th grade?) where we pretended Russia had nuked the naval air station near Seattle, and we had to stay in lockdown. Teachers kept us in our rooms and we had to do things like tape around all of the windows, fill up water jugs from the classroom sink (yes, classrooms all had wet sinks back in the day), count out food rations from the emergency locker, learn about iodine, and watch government videos about radiation sickness and how to survive after a nuclear strike. They made a "toilet" with a bucket and put it in a corner of the room and hung up a curtain around it, and that's where we had to go until we left that day. There were many tears and a few wet pants. Good times!
In our school it was the magic cloak room that was supposed to protect us.
Not sure those went on until the 70s/80s. I never had them even in the 60s.
We had those special drills in 80's and 90's but then they faded out and stopped definitely late 90's.
In primary school it was Watership Down. It always used to make me cry, and I had to hide that from a classroom full of children.
We used to have this as well, usually Disney movies from the school's super-8 projector. Always cut / edited for time. Also our school would always show those grisly public information films for kids that were a whole generation of traumatic (as well documented by the Twitter "Scarred for life" folk)
The movie "The lottery." Still makes me feel ill. Teachers and kids alike sobbing through that thing. I still don't understand the purpose for making kids watch that.
Load More Replies...Curious if this one is regional? This class was common, but I've never heard of it being a real wedding or legal marriage that needed to be annulled. We had classes where students were paired up, sometimes with an egg or flour sack "baby" to care for, too. You'd learn budgeting, meal planning, how to manage a household. The only thing problematic about it was the heteronormative "marriage/family" framework, but really, we all know that high school students today would benefit from life skills classes again.
It wasn't real in the class. It says they got married for real a few weeks after.
Load More Replies...I totally forgot about those little disposable ashtrays that were everywhere!!!
Public Middle school - girls had to shower after gym class, then wrap a towel around our torsos so the female gym teacher could "check our hips" for dampness to make sure we showered. Looking back on it, I'm stunned that was allowed, even then!
There was a girl in our class who was badly beaten on a regular basis by her father. Instead of understanding that the girl didn't want anyone to see the bruises on her body, the gym teachers humiliated her and told everyone she liked being dirty. I was too naive to understand at the time, but I've thought of her often over the years and it breaks my heart that they could've offered her compassion and support, but chose to mock her instead. I always thought that the naked inspections were a form of abuse. It was certainly humiliating.
Load More Replies...We had a shirt short one piecs combo thing for PE class, a green short short with a striped green top. My first period ever was at school, the nurse gave me a huge pad thing and a pad strap. I had to wear that under my PE uni and it stuck way out the front of my shorts like an erection. EVERY one laughed at my waddle.
I remember doing PE at infant school in vest and underpants!
Load More Replies...OMG!!! That is the exact one I had. Reminded me of female German prison guards from movies. Just shorter.
In the 80's in a UK school we wore these microscopic gym skirts. They were kilt like as in they had a flat panel front and everywhere else was pleated. We wore gym knickers underneath them and wore with school branded polo shirts. Plain white ankle socks were part of the kit too. We had to wear this whatever the sport was or time of year. Great fun running about outside in the winter!
We had airtex shirts and bloomers for PE in NZ. Shorts and airtex shirt in the UK.
Yeah, don't know if it's still the case, but a lot of teachers seemed to take special pleasure in embarrassing students when I was in school. Unless I could keep the knowledge I now have, I wouldn't want to be school aged again for love nor money. Loved college, though; whole different world.
Who didn't want to date at least one of their teachers at some point in their school years?
I had a fling with my choir teacher. I was 16 and emancipated. Another student was jealous and reported it to the principal. No one got into trouble, though. They just told us to cut it out because it might cause conflict in class. Aww, the '70's. Good times.
Load More Replies...Up until the 80s, it was not uncommon for women to date their professors, too. It was still frowned upon when one of the high school seniors ran off with the art teacher at my Christian high school, though, but really, what else would you expect from a Christian high school?
In a lot of stricter Christian communities, you get married vv young so you can finally have sex as a couple if you've been dating.
Load More Replies...Bigotry, racism, homophobia, and bullying were acceptable then. Really glad things changed.
Things are much better but i am afraid that we are going backwards.
Load More Replies...My seventh grade school field trip was to a state prison. When we entered the prison, the prisoners on the upper floors threw lit toilet paper at us. We ate lunch in the cafeteria with the prisoners with very little supervision, and we got a tour of death row. John Wayne Gacy was there.
I would love that tour as an adult! Probably a bit frightening for younger folk, though
Load More Replies...Our school bus driver kept a leather belt hanging on a hook beside his seat as a warning not to misbehave. We knew he would gladly use it on a student.
Ours was always tipsy or stoned. Made for some interesting bus rides...
Load More Replies...I sat in a smoking seat once on a flight to Mexico. With all the 2nd hand smoke haze hanging there in the section it was like you were smoking, you didn’t need to actually light up.
Load More Replies...I don't know why people are downvoting peoples' experiences. Telling an experience does not entail endorsing it. If you keep downvoting people they get banned from BP. Please think before you downvote. You should downvote if someone ADVOCATES something horrible like child assault, racism, etc. Not if they say they were a victim of it. Sheesh.
Milk being delivered to houses via a delivery van with teen boys hanging off the back, driving down our street to bring you fresh milk in glass bottles. I’d stand outside and listen for the cow horn and grab the milk from one of the lads and bring it up to the house :)
did you have those weird tokens to pay for the bottles?
Load More Replies...My only weird memory from the 80's is addressing the kindergarten staff as "comrade" - that's because the communist regime had not collapsed yet (that was in 1990).
That's cool, you'll be interested to know in South Africa our politicians (except the whites) still call each other comrade.
Load More Replies...In the 80's I could take a note to the liquor store and buy cigarettes for my mom.
Some things are much better. Some things are much much worse.
Load More Replies...Bigotry, racism, homophobia, and bullying were acceptable then. Really glad things changed.
Things are much better but i am afraid that we are going backwards.
Load More Replies...My seventh grade school field trip was to a state prison. When we entered the prison, the prisoners on the upper floors threw lit toilet paper at us. We ate lunch in the cafeteria with the prisoners with very little supervision, and we got a tour of death row. John Wayne Gacy was there.
I would love that tour as an adult! Probably a bit frightening for younger folk, though
Load More Replies...Our school bus driver kept a leather belt hanging on a hook beside his seat as a warning not to misbehave. We knew he would gladly use it on a student.
Ours was always tipsy or stoned. Made for some interesting bus rides...
Load More Replies...I sat in a smoking seat once on a flight to Mexico. With all the 2nd hand smoke haze hanging there in the section it was like you were smoking, you didn’t need to actually light up.
Load More Replies...I don't know why people are downvoting peoples' experiences. Telling an experience does not entail endorsing it. If you keep downvoting people they get banned from BP. Please think before you downvote. You should downvote if someone ADVOCATES something horrible like child assault, racism, etc. Not if they say they were a victim of it. Sheesh.
Milk being delivered to houses via a delivery van with teen boys hanging off the back, driving down our street to bring you fresh milk in glass bottles. I’d stand outside and listen for the cow horn and grab the milk from one of the lads and bring it up to the house :)
did you have those weird tokens to pay for the bottles?
Load More Replies...My only weird memory from the 80's is addressing the kindergarten staff as "comrade" - that's because the communist regime had not collapsed yet (that was in 1990).
That's cool, you'll be interested to know in South Africa our politicians (except the whites) still call each other comrade.
Load More Replies...In the 80's I could take a note to the liquor store and buy cigarettes for my mom.
Some things are much better. Some things are much much worse.
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