luvmygdaughters
Well-Known Member
Sodas and sweets were a treat when I was growing up. It was not handed out on a daily basis and we could not help ourselves to whatever we wanted. My mother made dinner every night and you ate what was on your plate, or you went hungry. We played outside after the chores were done and came home for dinner, washed the dishes and back outside again until the street lights came on. We rode our bikes, without helmets and pads. Sometimes we would fall off, skin our knees, spit on it and then back on the bike. We rode in the back of my uncles pick up truck and got bounced around. Best childhood anyone could ask for!!