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Times have changed, everything has changed



Times have changed, things have changed, nothing is the same. Things used to be better…



When we were kids, cars didn’t have seat belts, headrests and airbags…
The rear seat was not dangerous but fun without a ‘child seat’…
There were no children’s locks on sockets, car doors, medicine bottles and detergents…
He was riding a bike without a helmet. Not from sterile water bottles, but from the garden hose, from the village fountain…
The only condition for going out to play was to ‘go home before dark.’
He didn’t have a cell phone, and no one knew where we were walking!..
We had a lot of wounds, broken bones, broken teeth. But that’s never why someone was sued.
Be a girl, be a boy… We all had scars on our knees. Shell shell…
We didn’t have video games, 99 wired channels, a smartphone, a computer, no social network profiles. Instead, we had friends alive and well!
Foods without janjan packaging, diving into biscuit boxes at the grocery store, eating pastes sold in the open; we were drinking unhomonized milk…
Honey in the honey in the honey, the unwashed plum snatched from the climbing branch, the goals we ate in the match on the side land, we fed on the beating of the garden owner we dived in… We were in perfect health…
It has nothing to do with being. We were conscientious children. We’d be glad your mom even got a blanket on the kitchen table. Connecting the doll’s emerging legs with a inner tire, sledging from a plastic bag…
Three children could share a lemonade… We could drink from the same glass and no one was dying because of it…
We were eating a lot of sweet, tomato and butterbread and drinking real sugary drinks; We never had a weight problem. What was Omega, and who was the vitamin supplement?
None of us received food support for mental development. We were all children like poison…
Some of us didn’t do well at school and could stay in class. What’s the stress of the test? No one was sent to a psychologist or pedagogue for these and other reasons. No one had dyslexia, concentration problems. What’s hyperactive? ‘There’s a wolf in this!..’ was said, and the treatment was passed…
Yes out there, in that cruel horrible world… Without our protection! How was that possible? How did we survive all this? And more importantly, how did we develop our ‘own personality’ under these circumstances? We lived very nicely and happily because we were like ‘Children’ not ornamental plants…



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