I had a normal childhood in the 50’s and 60’s. I’m afraid Barron Trump’s will be anything but normal. I suppose now days most kids don’t have one. I went fishing with a cane pole. Rode a Western Flyer bike. Wore out at least half a dozen B.B. guns and a couple of dogs. Joined the military to avoid the draft and know what bucking hay means. I don’t regret any of that but I feel sorry for Barron and a lot of kids today.
” I went fishing with a cane pole. Rode a Western Flyer bike. Wore out at least half a dozen B.B. guns and a couple of dogs.”
I grew up in the city in the 30s and 40s-——I would not have considered your growing up normal-————times change.
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I grew up in suburban New York in the ‘70s in an upper middle class neighborhood. We baby boomers ran it. Our grandparents taught us their philosophy. It was no way far off from what you illustrate.
Guys fished in the lakes and in the Long Island sound. They had guns. Underwater spear guns. Everyone had a bike and could ride it a far distance. There were no parents around. Moms were home looking out the kitchen window. They were educated but their primary job was raising us kids.
I feel sorry for the kids today. As you do. I raised mine to think that was what my parents, elders and the nuns did for me.
Bless Barron
>>Normal meaning keeping him away from the predator media who'd target him daily if they had half a chance. And she's done a great job here.
Like you, I grew up in the country. Baled hay, raised cattle, raised hell. Got kicked out of college. enlisted, spent over 3 yes doing encryption in the Asa. I feel sorry for kids now, they’ll never have the chance to grow up with the same opportunity that I had. Lot of kids these days could use the experience.
“I had a normal childhood in the 50’s and 60’s.... I went fishing with a cane pole. Rode a Western Flyer bike. Wore out at least half a dozen B.B. guns and a couple of dogs.”
Same here. Had a best friend that was close enough (a couple of miles) that we could ride bikes to each others houses. Also had a couple of ponies to explore the country on. A regular routine was picking up bottles while riding our bikes and turning them in to the closest country store FOR LOTS OF CANDY. Back then you could get about 5 pieces of lots of different candy for a penny. No wonder I had so many cavities because none of this was adult supervised (LOL).
How were you at digging underground forts? Something no kid should miss out on - as well as all the other stuff you mentioned. Also riding bike many miles to school, walking home through a forest at night, snatching grapes from the neighbors wine grape orchards’ making forts and tunnels through a farmers hay bales and so on.
I find it hard to explain to my millennial son (born late in my life) what the U.S. used to be like. I grew up late 50s mostly 60s in rural America. Wonderful childhood with troubles as well. We lived in country with huge cow pasture behind our house on which at the fartherest edge was a gully with a creek flowing through it. I spent most summer days by that creek all alone watching beavers building dams. Got my share of leeches and quite a scare one day when climbing up the gully to go home a big cat was walking on the ridge above me. Pretty sure looking back, it was a bobcat, but in my mind it was a huge panther...lol. I hid behind a tree until it passed and ran home faster than ever before...lol...good memories. Also spent a lot of time perched up in trees reading books. I’m old now but still a tomboy...lol
I would be out of house all day and mom only worried if I wasn’t home by dark.
I typically spent a month or so each summer with my grandparents on their farm.
My fondest memory is blowing up tree stumps. Granddad took me along when he bought dynamite at a nearby farm supply/grocery store.
Yes. Times change.
“I feel sorry for Barron and a lot of kids today”
On the positive side, all of Trump’s children have grown up into fine adults.