When I was growing up...

Number one when you were born

I guess I have gotten that old. I sound like my mother or grandfather: There didn't use to be a building there, milk cost .20, I made my own clothes, I chopped firewood, I walked to school...up hill, both ways.
Okay well I never really walked to school, but I got the occasional ride home from teachers and my mother never thought twice about it. She came from a generation where the educators were part of the family. They weren't predators.
These days something like that would raise eyebrows.


Huh, what do you know? Apparently I am not the only one reliving the glory days.

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