Life growing up in the 80's!
Updated: Aug 15
And forget seat belts -- I barely sat in the seat at all, lying across the back windshield of my mom's Mercury Marquis, or popping up and down from the floor was way more fun.
Jumping on beds until they collapsed. I was once under a bed when that happened.
Babysitting at 11 -- In my town, once you were able to dial 911, you were considered a candidate for babysitting jobs.
Eating unwrapped things people handed you in stores -- like pretzel logs from the bank.
Being left in the car to wait for my mom to do the grocery shopping because I didn't feel like going in.
Running around until sundown without a care in the world, a phone in my pocket, or shoes on my feet.
Ride in the middle of front seat. Yes 3 people could sit up front.
1. Thinking the middle seat in the front was the best seat because I could get crushed into the dashboard ... I mean, because I got to control the five radio stations.
Being totally inaccessible -- from after school until dinner. Now, we would call that being lost.
Having an equal intake of air: 50% oxygen, 50% secondhand smoke.
Thinking that SPF 4 was responsibly using sun block.
Thinking the haze of Solarcaine I was engulfed in was a healthy way to heal the second-degree burns I inevitably got from using SPF 4.
Getting excited when someone had a pick-up truck because that meant the kids got to ride on the flatbed.
Sitting on my dad's lap and manning the steering wheel.
Eating salami straight from the log.
Playing on a rusted swing set where that one leg always popped out of the ground threatening to propel itself into space and then came back with a thud.
Helmets? No one wore them, and if you did, you were super geeky ... protecting your nerdy brain and all.
Being a latchkey kid by 7 years old. The first couple times I stayed home, I parked a chair right inside the screen door and just sat there staring out so I could see my mom pull up (also, the world could see I was alone with an open door, brilliant).
Fearlessly scaling fences, climbing trees, playing in the woods, and jumping streams without a parent in sight to save us (hell, we used to ride our bikes through a cemetery).
Running into the store to buy an adult cigarettes.
Nerf Shmerf -- oh, we had them, but cap guns and BB guns were way more likely to shoot your eye out ... we preferred them.
Car seats? Bahwawawahaha. My dad drove me around on the back shelf of his convertible in a Moses basket. "Oops, she was here a minute ago, must've hit a bump."
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