...want an iPhone XX whatever. When I was a kid, I wanted a 64-pack of Crayolas with a built in sharpener.
Nope, I never got one. π’ Could this mean that I was a deprived child?
Nah. Probably not.
definitely deprived, sorry. π₯²
A brand new C 64 w a s a w o r l d of n e w p o s s s i b i l i t i i e s .
A I d I d n ' t e v e n d r a w a l l t h a t w e l l .
I can't draw very well, either. But I'm pretty good at coloring. I still have one coloring assignment from kindergarten. It's of my mom, dad, and me. Apparently we didn't have to include our siblings - I had five. For some reason, I drew it with my dad having a black eye. I have no idea why. π€
shareI wanted an Atari or Intellivision, and then I wanted a home computer when I learned that such a thing existed.
I remember seeing Mathew Broderick's computer with its modem that you actually set a phone receiver down on in Wargames and thinking it was maybe the coolest thing ever. We eventually got one by the mid eighties, but it didn't have a modem.
I ALWAYS WANTED A VIDEO CAMERA...NEVER GOT ONE...IF I WAS A KID NOW I PROBABLY WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE I HAD ONE BUILT INTO MY PHONE NOR CARE.
shareAnd I wanted Legos, action figures, Barbies, and art supplies. I got those and made good use of all of them. Kids need to go back to playing with tangible stuff.
shareAlways wanted Lego, but never got any. π
shareThey have some beautiful model kits you can buy now and work on :D They have lego versions of famous landmarks, iconic movie stuff, you name it. I'm amazed at how beautifully detailed lego kits have gotten in the past 20 years.
shareYes, I know. My grandchildren have a lot of those kits. It's interesting how many pieces they have. Some of them are really tiny. They all love 'em.
shareBy 8, I was earning money; a $5 a week allowance and more cash by mowing lawns and bailing hay. Christmas and Birthdays became more about coffee cake than π
If I wanted a toy, comics, candy, etc, I saved and purchased it. You can't but a mom's homemade coffee cake.
My siblings and I got an allowance for only a few weeks. I don't remember why it stopped. Probably because allowances for six kids got to be too expensive - we fell on hard times for quite a while.
My mom made a great coffee cake, too. But her chocolate cake was probably the most wanted treat for all of us.
We only had three boys in the house and our parents made sure we weren't around. That's how we made more money. We were on the farms for weeks at a time doing work.
I got modest gifts on birthdays and at Christmas, which were never quite as cool or expensive as most of my friends because thatβs what my parents could afford on a single wage.
What I did get was a strong work ethic, an understanding of kindness and decency, protection and unconditional love. I still feel I was the luckiest kid in the world.
Sounds similar to my experience. The best gift I ever got was my very own record player. It looked exactly like this:
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2b/23/70/2b23709ec5019b5a0c5258ef3434e674.jpg
(The outside is dark brown.)
Come to think of it, I don't remember what happened to it. Did I give it away? Or did it stop working and got tossed?
I wanted Barbies but only ever got a couple. I'm sure the fact that I cut their hair down to a nub and drew on their faces with pen and nail polish had nothing to do with it.
What?!? They needed haircuts and makeup!
I didn't get a Barbie doll until I was practically too old for one. Β―\_(γ)_/Β―
sharethese modern pussies are a waste of oxygen.
we REAL men worked as kids. I worked hard two summers, EARNED a $500 home computer and $400 synthesizer before I was 16.
Before that, did newspapers, sold things door to door, had many kool aid stands....
it's pathetic how kids aren't rasied these days. no wonder they spend their waking hours wondering which of 72 sexes they MIGHT be, and using mommy and daddy's money for stupid "Therapy" to cope with reality.
Life will NOT be any safe space... the exact opposite, and sooner they FACE that - instead of medicate - the happier they could be.
I grew up before home computers were a thing. To earn money, I babysat the neighbor's children, as did my sister. My four brothers all had paper routes, delivering both afternoon and morning papers, so yes, they were working seven days a week. Plus they had to go out every week to collect from their customers.
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