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Post nostalgia for the far-distant childhood
As a child we drove in cars without seat belts and airbags. Our cribs were painted in bright colors with a high lead content. There was no secret caps on the bottle. The doors are often locked, and the cabinets were not locked ever. We drank water from the column at the corner, instead of plastic bottles. No one could have imagined riding a bike in a helmet. Horror.
For hours we were making carts and scooters from the boards and bearings from the landfill, and when I first flew from the mountain, and remember that you forgot to attach the brake. We left the house in the morning and play all day, and come back when the street lights were lit where they were. < All day long no one could find out where we are. Mobile phones were not! It is hard to imagine.
We cut the hands and feet, broke bones and teeth knocked out, and no one no one else filed in court. Sometimes all. < Once we were to blame, and no one else. Do you remember? We fought to the blood and went to the bruises, getting used to not pay attention to it.
We ate cakes, ice cream, drinking lemonade, but none of this does not tolstel, because all the time we were worn and played. One bottle drank a few people, and none of it is not dead.
We did not have video game consoles, computers, 165 channels of satellite TV, the Internet. We swept the whole crowd watching a cartoon in a nearby house, because Vidic was not there!
< But we were friends. We went out and found them. We rode bikes, let a match on spring creeks, sitting on a bench or on the fence and talked about what they wanted. When we had someone needs, we knocked on the door, rang the bell, or just went and saw him.
Without demand! Themselves! Some people in this cruel and dangerous world! How do we survive?
Every once signed up for football, hockey or volleyball, but not everyone made the team. Those who did not hit, learn to deal with disappointment.
< Our actions were our own. We were prepared for the consequences. Hiding was not for anyone. The concepts that you can buy off the cops or the slope of the army, is practically non-existent. Parents of those years usually sided with the law, can you imagine?
We had the freedom to choose, the right to risk and failure, responsibility, and we kind of learned how to use it all.
And in fact, not the seven wonders of the world, and much more. We just got used to them and sometimes do not even notice.
- Is not it a miracle - elastic from cowards? After all, it is perfectly holds as cowards and stockings with mittens!
- A cake with jam? You never know which side of the jam come out
- Another inexplicable miracle -! raise your hands those who were normal labor teacher, not an alien
- and this one's a wonderful mother's divorce: "I'll buy now, but it's your birthday»
We used to do a lot of things this is now and would never climb up to do. Furthermore, today if you ever do that then do constantly - you will not understand, or may take for a madman
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Well, for example, remember water dispensers? There was even a glass faceted - one at all. Today, anyone and would never drink from a common cup! And before because everything is so drunk. And no one was afraid to pick up any infection.
By the way, these glasses were used for their affairs, local drunks. And you just imagine it - glass they return to the place ! Do not believe me? And then - a common occurrence
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And in the city buses were box office with tickets for 5 cents. And honestly throwing back their money and torn ticket. Conscience - the best controller
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Or smoke belching, acrid smell throughout the apartment. A board with such inscriptions. What do you imagine? Indian high priest Aramonetrigal? In fact, it's you, Ms. n-set. The usual thing! Millions of children burned cards mothers on March 8: « Mom, congratulations on the International Women's Day. I wish you a peaceful sky over your head, and your son - bike »
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And all were in the bathroom, and on the lowered toilet seat, in the darkness, and the light there is only red light. Guess? The usual thing - print photos. Our whole life in these black and white photographs, printed with their own hands, rather than heartless uncle of the "Kodak».
Girls, do you remember rezinochki? Surprisingly, none of the boy in the world does not know the rules of this game!
A collection of waste paper in the school? Still tormented by the question - why? And then I'm my father's entire archive of Playboy to get carried. And nothing for me it was not! Only mom wondered what this father became so meticulously check my homework?
Passed 40 dairy kefir bottles to buy gum 1 Laser ... Opensource projects, eh ... And our coffee and strawberry generally not appreciated, because there was no pads.
And still there were friendly neighbors on the landing. < Mom quietly let children walk without fear that they will be stolen. and without any frills of civilization worthy of us have grown up generation.
And most importantly, Now all somewhere in a hurry, even on weekends. And where to? Why? No answer, because there is no time. We hasten.
Yes, we have such and such here we have: h3> 1. You have a list of 15 numbers to contact the family of 3 people.
2. You send e-mail to his colleague that he was sitting in the next room.
3. You have lost touch with their friends or family, because they do not have e-mail addresses.
4. After a day you return home and answer the phone as if you were still at work.
5. Do you panic when out of the house without a mobile phone, and return him.
7. Do you wake up in the morning and the first thing you do - go to the Internet, even before the coffee drink
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8. You are inclined her head to smile: -)
9. Now you are reading this text, you will agree with him and smile.
10. Even worse, you already know who you will forward it.
11. You are too busy to notice that the number 6 on the list is absent.
12. You will need only a moment to run his eyes over the text and verify that the number 6 is really there.
Materials: Samizdat
Photos on the preview: Yuri Abramochkin
via www.abramochkin.com/
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