tinkntraining
<font color=red>Naked Nerd<br><font color=blue>Wis
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No - no ice packs for me in the 70s. I jumped up and down for joy when I went on a field trip and got to take a can of grape soda pop as a treat (frozen overnight, and wrapped with foil, of course!)
No seatbelts either -- but really, what would have been the point? I always called the little itty bitty cubby in the back of the VW bug -- really, would a seat belt have helped at all?
And I loved the candy cigarettes and little waxy things filled with juice. Oh, and the pixie sticks, remember them? They were great, until we figured out we got alot more for our money by putting kool-aid mixed with sugar in a little baggie and dunk our wet pointy finger in and lick it off. Everyone in school had a red, purple or orange pointy finger in those days!
And we walked all over the neighborhood, alone, and never thought a thing about it! Oh, them were the days.
Can you keep a secret? I've become one of those moms who remind the kids to pack the ice thingee in their lunch these days. The car doesn't move until all seatbelts are fastened, and the bike doesn't leave the carport until a helmet's on. Guess I'm not willing to take a chance with my kids' health.

No seatbelts either -- but really, what would have been the point? I always called the little itty bitty cubby in the back of the VW bug -- really, would a seat belt have helped at all?
And I loved the candy cigarettes and little waxy things filled with juice. Oh, and the pixie sticks, remember them? They were great, until we figured out we got alot more for our money by putting kool-aid mixed with sugar in a little baggie and dunk our wet pointy finger in and lick it off. Everyone in school had a red, purple or orange pointy finger in those days!
And we walked all over the neighborhood, alone, and never thought a thing about it! Oh, them were the days.
Can you keep a secret? I've become one of those moms who remind the kids to pack the ice thingee in their lunch these days. The car doesn't move until all seatbelts are fastened, and the bike doesn't leave the carport until a helmet's on. Guess I'm not willing to take a chance with my kids' health.