{"id":7165,"date":"2014-03-30T07:58:33","date_gmt":"2014-03-30T07:58:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/2014\/03\/30\/growing-up-isnt-what-it-used-to-be\/"},"modified":"2014-03-30T07:58:33","modified_gmt":"2014-03-30T07:58:33","slug":"growing-up-isnt-what-it-used-to-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/2014\/03\/30\/growing-up-isnt-what-it-used-to-be\/","title":{"rendered":"Growing Up Isn&#039;t What It Used To Be"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!-- Original Post Content --><br \/>\nSomeone  asked the other day, &#8216;What was your favourite  &#8216;fast food&#8217; when you were growing up?&#8217;<br \/>\n\t&#8216;We  didn&#8217;t have fast food when I was growing up,&#8217; I  informed him.<br \/>\n\t&#8216;All the food was slow.&#8217;  <br \/>\n\t&#8216;C&#8217;mon, seriously.. Where did you  eat?&#8217;  <br \/>\n\t&#8216;It  was a place called &#8216;home,&#8221; I explained.  !<br \/>\n\t&#8216;Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table,        <\/p>\n<p>\tand if I didn&#8217;t like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.&#8217; ( don\u2019t I remember this one!)<\/p>\n<p>\tBy this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn&#8217;t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.<\/p>\n<p>\tBut here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I&#8217;d  figured his system could have handled it:<\/p>\n<p>\tSome parents NEVER owned their own house, wore jeans,  set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country or had a credit card.<\/p>\n<p>\tWe didn&#8217;t have a television in our house until I was 10.<br \/>\n\tIt was, of course, black and white,  and the station went off the air at 10 PM, after playing the national anthem and epilogue; it  came back on the air at about 6 am. And there was usually a locally produced news show on, featuring local  people&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>\tPizzas were not delivered to our home&#8230; But milk was.<\/p>\n<p>\tAll newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers <\/p>\n<p>\tFilm stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least,  they did in the films. There were no movie ratings because all movies were responsibly  produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without profanity or violence or almost anything offensive.<\/p>\n<p>\tIf  you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren.  Just don&#8217;t blame me if they bust a gut laughing.<\/p>\n<p>\tGrowing up isn&#8217;t what it used to be, is it?<\/p>\n<p>\tGoddess<\/p>\n<hr>\n<h3>Replies:<\/h3>\n<div class=\"migrated-reply\" style=\"border: 1px solid #eee;padding: 15px;margin-bottom: 15px;border-radius: 5px\">\n<p><strong>Posted by:<\/strong> Dr Crapology on March 30, 2014, 3:33 pm<\/p>\n<div>My experiences were very similar to yours.  <\/p>\n<p>\tThe one exception was the time my dad put sliced tomatoes on our plates for the evening meal.  I had never seen one much eaten one.  In my own hard headed way I decided I did not like them.  My dad said I had to eat it or I could not leave the table.  When no one was looking I put them in the pockets of my pants, left the table and flushed them down the toilet.  I was a hard headed kid and refused to eat them for years.  I was probably 45 before I ate one and have been eating them ever since.  <\/p>\n<p>\tBelieve it or not I find this a cute funny memory and enjoy it to this day.<\/p>\n<p>\tDoc<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Someone asked the other day, &#8216;What was your favourite &#8216;fast food&#8217; when you were growing up?&#8217; &#8216;We didn&#8217;t have fast food when I was growing up,&#8217; I informed him. &#8216;All the food was slow.&#8217; &#8216;C&#8217;mon, seriously.. Where did you eat?&#8217;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7165","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-humor"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7165","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7165"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7165\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7165"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7165"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/forumarchives.tmsites.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7165"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}