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The following was sent to me by one of my Inland Mopars Car Club buddies...and I agree with it 100%

The other day I was in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and someone asked me a rhetorical question: 'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'

I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.

I was drug out to pull weeds in the garden and flower beds.

I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say or even think.

They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or ******, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us.

 
ocdart said:
The following was sent to me by one of my Inland Mopars Car Club buddies...and I agree with it 100%

The other day I was in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and someone asked me a rhetorical question: 'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'

I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.

I was drug out to pull weeds in the garden and flower beds.

I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say or even think.

They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or ******, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us.
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Me thinks u had it easy !
 
Sometimes a drug was shared. If no one accepted blame, all were drug to the woodshed.
We drug out the winter wardrobe in fall and summer wardrobe in spring. Determined what still fit and what to hand down/pass around.
 
RedFish said:
Sometimes a drug was shared. If no one accepted blame, all were drug to the woodshed.
We drug out the winter wardrobe in fall and summer wardrobe in spring. Determined what still fit and what to hand down/pass around.
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Luckily I never shared hand-me-downs within the immediate family because my only sibling was my sister that was 13 years older than me! But I did have cousins close to my age and wore hand-me-downs from them. I also remember a number of times shoe life was extended with cardboard insoles so I didn't wear out socks because of the holes in the bottom of our shoes. Although I didn't fully realize it at the time, there were some very lean years after my dad unexpectedly died when I was 7 years old.
 
ocdart said:
Luckily I never shared hand-me-downs within the immediate family because my only sibling was my sister that was 13 years older than me! But I did have cousins close to my age and wore hand-me-downs from them. I also remember a number of times shoe life was extended with cardboard insoles so I didn't wear out socks because of the holes in the bottom of our shoes. Although I didn't fully realize it at the time, there were some very lean years after my dad unexpectedly died when I was 7 years old.
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Thought I was the only kid who ever used cardboard in his shoe's :). My Dad died in an accident when I was 14, Mom took to running around and drinking so there was never any money . Teacher at school offered to buy a pair for me. I was too embarrassed and told him my mom was taking me to the store after school. Somehow she scraped enough together to get me a cheap pair. I think the tough times made me who I am now.
 
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