posted on Jan, 25 2015 @ 05:53 PM
a reply to:
TrueBrit
TrueBrit, S&F for this thread...
I am so glad that I was born in the late fifties and grew up in the sixties. We referred to our friend's parents as Mr. & Mrs. Smith, etc. You
didn't talk back to your teachers, and if you did you got the STRAP. Yes, back then other people could hit you for doing something wrong.
Gasp!
When I would play at a friend's house and do something wrong I could get a swat on the backside and be sent home, knowing full well that my Mom had
already gotten a full report of my actions. On that walk home I would be dreading the SWAT that was my due as I came through the door. If the old
saying "it takes a village to raise a child" were true today we would all have our hands full. Is it because of the "young offenders act" that
the youth of today don't fear being punished for their actions? Is that even in force in other countries?
There would have been a time where walking past a group of teens in a sketchy area could be dangerous ... now it almost seems that as long as they are
playing with their smart-phones they barely acknowledge you exist. I still wouldn't be comfortable moving through crowd of them though.
This generation seems so lost, no direction, support or encouragement. Even the way they interact with each other shows little or no social skills.
Could I imagine teachers having them participate in skits working out how they would handle different situations? NOPE, that wouldn't happen.
First period: Community, a lesson in which children are taught how to behave in certain circumstances.
We were taught manners, diplomacy, compassion, RESPECT, empathy, and yes even a fear of authority figures. I doubt that you could even get some kids
to tell you the meaning of some of those things. Not all of young people are bad, but it the ones who are that reflect negatively on our society. I
guess all has been lost to political correctness and a the power of the courts and laws.
I'm 56, did I grow up to be a bad person, not at all. That's my 2 cents worth anyway.
Namaste,
YogaGinns
Gasp!