My curfew was lightning bugs. My parents didn't call my cell, they yelled my name. I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn't eat what mom cooked, then I didn't eat. Sanitizer didn't exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet. Getting dirty was ok, and neighbors gave a darn as much as your parents did. Re-blog if you drank from a garden hose and survived!
show me no respect...
and you’ll get none back. your loss.
“Some people follow their dreams, others hunt them down and beat them mercilessly into submission. ~Neil Kendall” —(via thesnoozer)