Friday Thoughts - "I Should be Dead!"

I realised “according today’s standards I should be dead!”  Let me explain:

When I was a child I:

I rode a horse, bicycle, and calves without a helmet.  I was pitched off, bucked off, fell over on my bicycle, and could control a horse’s head by the time I was six years old. 

I ate churned butter made out of raw cream!

I drank “raw” cow’s milk.  Straight from the cow to the tank, to the jug.  At times we did not even wait for the jug, we would put our mouths under the spigot and drink it right out of the tank.  Sometimes we drank it straight from the cow.  It is amazing what a good squirt of cow’s milk will do to revive the soul.  It’s warm.

I ate fresh meat, beef, chicken and pork.  I ate fresh fish right out of the tank.  (Pond to some)  We even fried it in grease!  It had no injected dyes, to make it look “red.”  You see we actually knew what they ate.  I hate to tell you people you do not want to know what a chicken eats, much less a hog!

I did not even know what a “swimming pool” was until I was about 10 years old.  No life guard on duty.  I swam in a “tank.”  With moss, fish, and snakes.  Mud also got between my toes. 

I ate dirt!  I used to make “mud pies” and place them under the car for my oven.  I ate decade matter with “germs!”  I had “imagination!”

My playmates were 28 hound dogs, as my Dad was a fox hunter.  I dressed them in doll clothes, fleas and all!  They actually ate scraps, and lived to be 10,000 years old!

I climbed trees and you know what?  “I broke a sweat!”  I learned how to sweat real early in life. 

I have worked since………….. I cannot remember not working. 

I respected my parents and teachers.  “Sir” and “Mam” were not an option.  Still isn’t and I am 58 years old.

I even got “spankings.”  Not a lot, but I got them. 

I was brought up to think for myself.  To be a “free-thinker” and guide my own life, not depend on anyone else or the government to do it for me. 

I shoveled cow poop, stepped in cow poop, and even fell in cow poop.  Washed right off with a hose, without bacteria destroying soap.

The Golden Rule:  “If you treat people right, they may not like you but they will respect you.”

My, my how am I still alive??  I ate all the “wrong” things.  I lived by the rules of my parents.  I had respect for my elders.  I treated people right.  Never did drugs and obeyed my curfew.  Actually rode animals, roped them, put a bit in their mouths, put a saddle on them, walked around them and under them.  I rode a bike on a dirt road. I made good grades, because it was expected of me.  I think for myself!  I should be dead!  Here I am, “still alive.”  Will wonders never cease???

Have a great weekend!

God Bless, SR