As someone who was born in 1973 (I just celebrated my 50th birthday 2 days ago), I COMPLETELY agree with everything in this video! Kids playing outside all day long is 100% correct. During the summers, I would listen for my mom's voice yelling from the front porch around noon & then again around 5PM. I could go outside again after dinner until it was dark, but I had to be only on my street. There was so much freedom, my friends & I never got in serious trouble, & if we hurt ourselves we took responsibility for it for being irresponsible. No helicopter parenting! If you burn yourself, you LEARNED not to do that again--hahaha.
My mother in law bought my son(He's 6.We had him late in life.We were told we would never have kids.) knee,elbow,and wrist pads because he fell off his scooter. He's only worn them a few times. I was telling my husband we never used those and we turned out ok. My son says all of his scrapes and bruises are his "battle scars". My husband told him that chicks dig scars although he's too young for girls.
I grew up in the 50's and 60's. Graduated from American High School in 1971. Casts on your arm or leg were a badge of honor. Playground slides were made of metal. We used waxed paper to make the slide faster. When I got older and started driving, there were drive-in theaters and cars had front bench seats. Good times!
Those metal slides would give you 3 rd degree burns were I'm from. I actually found a small park that still has a metal slide and a merry go round in it.I took my six year old son.He had a blast.
@@jeffmorse645 Nah just they had casts when they were a kid and decided to not do that again. Literally every thing you guys hate your own generation started making the norm because how shitty your child hoods actually were lol
I used to lay in the back window two perfect sleepy the area...lol! I don't they ever slammed on breaks, I never remember falling off.😊 I'm loved growing up in the seventies!😊😁
I was born in 1959, so the 70s was MY TIME. We had our banana bikes and rode every where we wanted/needed to go. We all rode two on a bike time and time again. Our street was one block long, and at the end of the street was a dike built in the late 40s and into the 60s, even, for flood control. There are loads of waterways in Pennsylvania and we get a fair bit of rain so flooding is always a risk. The dike is high - I don't know how to describe it. It was our personal playground, though. We'd play king of the mountain, or we'd all bring cardboard boxes and slide down into the ditch at the base, hoping and dreading that we'd all collide at the bottom. It was such fun, but there was always the threat of someone breaking something. The really daring kids would ride their bikes down the dike, but there was a trick to it, you had to be going in a diagonal down the hill, not straight down. Straight down and you'd go sailing over the handlebars. My brother-in-law was a maintenance man at a shoe factory (the man, with a 5th grade education, was a mechanical genius. The entire extended family had bodged together appliances where Dan had taken two or three or more "dead" appliances and tinkered them together to make a new one. One of those washing machines lasted us 12 years) So he drove a "company" van - an extra-long Econoline van, with no seats in it, except in the front. We all rode in the back in folding metal lawn chairs. If he had to slam on the brakes, only the smartest of us avoided having the chairs collapse on us. :) We swam in the creeks and the river that ran through the city, at a time when pollution was barely even recognized. Heck we even drank that water with our PB&J sammiches. (The last time I swam in the creek was when I was in my middle 20s and I got swimmers' ear. That was it for freshwater swimming for me!) Since we always had chores to do in the morning, and we liked sleeping in in summer, we generally stayed close to home until we'd had lunch. Then we'd grab some kind of bottle of water (no such thing as portion sized water from the store) and maybe some crackers or some kind of fruit for a snack and we'd be gone, as Gaynor said, until the street lights came on. We'd be filthy as all get out, or maybe "creek clean" if we'd been swimming (which we did until dusk because there was a bit of woods to go through to get to the dike, which we had to climb, to get back home. It was no fun going through those woods - as short as the distance was - in the dark. I had a great childhood!
That photo of the kid lying on the window shelf behind the back seat took me back. That was my favorite place to nap on those long summer roadtrips across the desert. There were three kids so we had to take turns: one kid on the shelf, one on the seat, and one on a nest of blankets on the floor behind the front seat with their head pillowed on the bump where the driveshaft went. It was a '55 Chevy sedan, and pkenty wide enough for two kids to share the floor if they wanted. To entertain us, my dad would pick up free roadmaps at the gas station as we entered a new state, one for each kid. Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Nevada, singing "California, here I come" the whole way. We didn't have to ask if we were there yet: we knew exactly where we were on the map. And of course we had books. When I was older, 14, we took a trip of a lifetime to eastern Canada. That gave rise to a remark that became a family saying for the next fifty years: "Put down your book and look at Newfoundland!"
I was a kid of the 60's! One thing they didn't show were the 10 foot tall slides that we climbed and slide down. That would get so hot they could burn your skin.. So we learned how to pull our dresses down far enough not to burn our butts and bend our legs so we wouldn't burn those. :)
The ramps to jump your bikes got taller until someone wiped out. If you broke your bike acting a fool you didn't whine, you earned a new one. I remember my 1st car. It was a piece of junk, but I had pride in it because I earned it
8:15 OMG I forgot all about that in the playground! Those were so much fun. Half the stuff we had in the playground in elementary school doesn't even exist anymore because they were kinda dangerous lol
American here - I miss the 70's and 80's. We'd sleep out in the backyard in a tent friends and I. After midnight we'd sneak out and go pool hopping. We'd put dish soap across the road at STOP signs and watch the car tires spin 😂
Ahh, how I miss those old, rusty, metal pole swing sets. You’d swing up so high, the back legs would come up out of the ground, and for a split second you were sure you were gonna die. Good times.
I was ages 9 through 19 in the 1970s. The main thing I notice that me and my friends/peers did that younger folks don't do as much today is get our driver's license as soon as we could at 16. The freedom was something we all craved. Especially in California in the 1970s - there was such a car culture then. I've noticed that with my nieces and nephews most of them were at least 19 or even early 20s before they learned to drive. Can't even imagine that.
I was ages 5 through 15 in the 70s. My father prohibited me from getting my driver's license until I was age 18. I was allowed to take 'Driver's Ed' in my senior year with the sophomores. I know Missouri is different than California, but not driving until age 18 was not cool even in Misery! I was so thankful to my much older married sister for teaching me how to drive...
@@disoriented1 That was unusual. I can't remember a kid in my high school that didn't get their license at 16 (17 at the latest). I'm sure there were some, but all I know is everyone I knew had one and the parking lot was full of cars. Totally different than today.
Well my state parent is legally on hook for kids if they drive, so that is why most won't do it. I mean growing up the amount of drunk driving, and car accidents near local high school was insane. So bad when they built my school they decided to make it closed campus and no leaving campus for lunch lol Oh and it was 70 sand 80s kids grown up who decided this for us 90s kids sigh.
Right? I don't ever remember hearing a parent chew anyone out for tree climbing or ramp jumping or anything of the sort. Usually we all got yelled at for things like being noisy, leaving the door open and letting flies in(were you born in a barn?), tracking in mud/dirt, etc. I was a country kid and pretty much all of our pass time activities were dangerous. Climbing hay bales in the hay loft and swinging on ropes, timing ourselves for how long we could stay on the back of a yearling calf, catching rattle snakes that we could get $1 each for from a local "wild" animal park. My cousins would ride their horses over to our place or vice versa and we would play Kick the Can on horseback. Literally hurtling our horses at top speeds after each other, around buildings and jumping over low bushes and fallen trees. We had crashes and collisions and falls. Life wasn't normal if there wasn't at least one kid in a cast for part of the summer. 😂 Mine was a broken arm (from falling off a horse, naturally) at age 7 and I still remember the feeling of waking up from anesthesia with that heavy wet plaster cast from my shoulder to my fingertips. Best time and way to grow up... ever. It was epic.
@@genekent2391 I will add, however, that while my parents didn't bother me about climbing trees or anything, my grandmother was another story. She was always telling us urban legends and warning us to be careful. Like the little girl who fell in the hog pen and wars eaten by them. Best of all, her nagging my uncle, who was 10 years older than me, constantly about safety. To be fair, he was/is a wild-man, seriously. He'd take us out spotlighting and shooting rabbits *from the truck!* He was a known speed demon and risk taker that regardless of vehicle, if you were with him in the truck/motorcycle/tractor/snow machine, etc., you were going for a ride! 😁 Like you, he'd just as soon go over a ramp as go around it. But all the adults still allowed us all to go with him and he was/is one of those uncles that would push himself back from the Christmas dinner and load all of us kids up and we would head out for fun. And one of my strongest memories is that every single time Grandma was standing on the porch hollering, "You be careful with those kids!" 😂
Family trips! First trip our west was in a car with my two sisters in the backseat. Yeah we drove through the night, motels were expensive. Finally upgraded to Dad's truck. Had a camper shell, he built a bench for us. Loads of comic books, they were printed in our town back then. Loved those trips!
What Freedoms we had. The kids were outside until dinner time. All adults looked after the masses of kids. It was innocence at its best. I had 5 sisters so my father a Saint for putting up with us. Singing on trips lasted 5 minutes until he would put an end to it. I loved growing up not wearing shoes in summer and we'd get so dirty. Wouldn't change those freedoms. Still keep in touch with our neighborhood gang. Thanks guys, it was fun. ❤
Grew up in the 70s in the US. The Bicentennial in 1976 was a big deal, as was CB radios, disco music and the movie "Jaws." We wandered all over the neighborhood; if Mom wanted me to come home she'd stand on the front porch and blow a whistle.
I was ages 7-17 during the 70s. This is right up my alley and reflects my childhood really well. When I was a kid me and my best friend used to go up into the hills beyond our neighborhood to catch lizards and snakes. We'd bring them home to aquariums we maintained. One of the things that this video missed was the Pogo Stick. They were wildly dangerous but oh so fun! I was really good at it.
I loved my pogo stick until the day my feet slipped off the footrests and the pole hit me under the chin. My teeth chomped down on my tongue and filled my mouth with blood. I didn't ride it after that. But because I loved my pogo stick, when I saw the Pogo books in my folks' library, I was intrigued. My siblings and I can still quote Pogo by the yard. ❤
@@KarenSDRThis happened to one of my friends, but it was worse for him. He broke his jaw and had to his mouth wired shut while he healed. He was drinking his meals through a straw for a while. I fortunately never had an incident with one.
Daz reminded me too. Seatbelt were never worn, there were no child restraint seats. Kids just stood up in the back seat and leaned against the front seat like they were surfing. I remember when my grandpa wanted tress taken down on his property he would give my cousin and me a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and some fireworks and a hand drill. We would go find the tress he had marked with a string on his farm, we would drill holes in the trees and stuff them with firecrackers. Then we lit a cigarette, lit the fuses, and ran behind some rocks. A few seconds later there would be dozens of explosions and the trees would start to crack and sway and come down. It was great.
@@daemonhat And once you developed that reflex, it never went away. I still do that. Stop short, and the right arm flies out across the passenger seat.
Just because you’re lucky you didn’t die by flying through a windshield doesn’t make it right…. People got sick of scraping bodies off the road. Stop glorifying days of less knowledge 😂 be proud society continues to advance
Did you guys do the 'card in the spokes' thing on your bikes? I remember a couple of other things, too, like cap pistols/rifles. They were pretty realistic. I even had a toy grenade launcher. The grenade was basically a foam rubber tennis ball (think a nerf gun predecessor), but still, it could shoot about 100 feet, fairly accurately. Lawn darts was one of my favorite games. I also sat in the back of the car, especially when my mom took us shopping. We had a VW bug. Behind the back seat was an area for luggage. That was my spot. Oh, by the way, many a wager would be won when my mom, brother and I went shopping, as she bought groceries for the entire month, about 30-35 grocery bags full or 3 grocery carts full. My brother and I would wait by the entrance with the carts and my mom would get the car. She would then start loading the car. It was like watching a clown car in reverse, but she could get all of the bags in plus my brother and I and drive away with a wave as the baggers and other customers just looked on in disbelief. edit to add: I often think that the reason many kids these days have so many more health problems is that back then, our parents didn't shelter us like they do now. Even today, I have a very strong immune system, enough so that my doctor had to finally do a culture as I always had high white cell count, but never any other sign of infection. He found nothing specific, but just a lot of antibodies for lots of things. edit 2: rifles and/or shotgun in the back window in the gun rack of your pickup (HS, early 70's).
Spot on with sleeping in the back window, I was the youngest of 5 growing up in Kentucky USA and that was my spot for road trips. No seatbelts at all in our 1972 Caprice Classic. You could however parallel park that giant car with finger tips. Power steering was still not in every vehicle in the 70’s but the Caprice was so smooth to drive. The 70’s was a great era to grow up in!
This was so fun to watch!!! Brings back lots of memories!!! I was born in '79, so grew up in the 80's and this was pretty much the same experience. I got a Nintendo around 85 or so which kept me inside some, but other than that we were always outside, riding four-wheelers with no supervision, running wild, climbing on the roof and jumping off, ringing the neighbors doorbell in the middle of the night and running to hide. Summer time, when parents were at work and we were off from school, I can't even talk about the crazy stuff we did then. I love the memories of us neighborhood kids, just finding whatever we could do because our parents wanted us out of the house. I also remember visiting my grandma in the mid-80's and she would tell me I had to put my seatbelt on because it was the law now. At the time, I didn't know, but this was her driving us in to town to the liquor store so she could buy her a bottle of vodka, come home and drunk dial everyone in her little contact book all evening. I did like it when she would give me a little nip or two. 😏 It really was a fun time to grow up in my opinion. As always thank you Daz, G, Aidan & Sophie!!!
We used to camp out in the backyard growing up in the summer. And my grandma had a Buick and we use to fight over who got to ride in the back window ledge. And we road in the bed of the truck, but my mom had a rule that you had to be at least 10 to sit on the side. And there were certain neighbors you avoided because they'd call your mother and you'd get in trouble when you got home.
I was in middle school and high school in the 70’s. That video was perfect. A great vision of the way it was. It is literally how it was back in the day. The only thing missing is the incredible sound track that should be flowing through the whole vid. We had the greatest music! Thanks for this. A fabulous blast from the past. 😁
The 70’s and 80’s were so much fun. My mom had a green Datsun hatchback and the funnest thing in the world was for me, my brothers and cousins to ride in the hatchback with the top up whenever we went anywhere 😂😂😂. We loved it, and we would be crammed in there like sardines, bouncing around, sometimes getting hit in the head with the hatchback if the particular bump was too hard 😂. But amazingly, none of us ever got hurt. No one looked at you like it was even dangerous, because everyone drove a little recklessly then. No seatbelts (unless you count my mom’s arm if I was in the front seat and she had to slam the brakes suddenly 😂), sitting on laps if there weren’t enough seats, etc. and for the most part, we all lived to tell the tale.
As a kid growing up in 1970’s suburban NY. This video was right on point. We did everything the narrator talked about and it was good. I could add some others like going to stationary store and getting candy and baseball cards. When July 4th got near we all walked around with packs of firecrackers for a week before till about a week after. With a big bloc display in the fourth by parents.
I was born in 1972 and remember those care free days. I remember being about 9yrs old and my older brother and I found an old car tire without the rim and I crawled inside and he rolled me down a hill into traffic lol best of times
Grew up in the U.S. in the 70's/80's and this is very accurate. If you're an adult who lived as a child from the 80's or earlier you are a survivor. lol
it's funny tho how even i can relate to some of these even though im only 25 years old. my childhood was great!! back then, most of us kids still didn't really have phones(i think i got my first phone when i was in middle school) so it was either our old game consoles(if you were lucky enough to have one else, go to a friend's house and play) or playing on the streets. the kids of the whole street would get together and just play anything. cops and robbers, bike races, tag on our bikes, sports right on the road, etc. we would do this right on the road as well, no one gave a fuck. everything was our playground. heck, we would play street competitions where kids from another street(usually the next street next to ours) would challenge our street to a game of soccer or tag football to say which street is better 😂 such great times! thank you guys for making me reminisce of those times.
I remember being excited one day because grandma and the aunts were all packing what appeared to be a picnic lunch and thinking we were going to go to our favored park for the day, nope, it turned out that we were going to buy gas. No one liked waiting in the hour+ lines at the gas station alone, so they packed a picnic and everyone who needed gas would go together. There was a nice grassy area where you could picnic and if you were lucky someone would give you some change for gas station ice cream or candy. This was in 1979. We often ended up sharing food because a lot of the other parents didn't plan ahead as well lol.
I feel so lucky to have had such a wonderful childhood. It's like that show the Wonder Years. We always knew when the street lights came on it was time to go home for dinner. If it was summer, straight back out for some more fun. 😂
I remember 6 of my cousins riding in the gunner seat (the fold down seat in the cargo area) of my mom's 1972 Ford Country Squire station wagon. No seatbelts, and impromptu wrestling matches.😂
In my little town the fire/tornado siren would blow at noon, 6pm, and 9pm. Every kid in town needed to go straight home for supper at the 6 o'clock whistle. Then we'd go back out until the 9 o'clock. Then it was in the house and ready for bed. Except for Saturday nights when we were all done bathing, we could have popcorn and pop (a Saturday night ONLY Treat) and would sit down to watch a B horror movie with giant grasshoppers or huge rabbits or something equally terrifying like that. LOL
Great one to cover, brought back SO many memories. One that would never go over today was when I was around 9, my friends and I inflated some inner tubes with a bike pump, climbed down the canyon into Mission Valley, crossed the bridge over interstate 8 and jumped into the San Diego River, it wasn't as overgrown back then. There were a couple of spots we had to climb back out to cross over low bridges and roads, only to continue on till the river widened, then we'd paddle over to the rocky side, climb up and go to either Ocean or Pacific Beach and spend the day, till we were tired and would call my best friends brother to come get us from a phone booth. We only got into trouble once when his sister answered and told, but we'd do it again in a few weeks or so. The whole trip was between 4 to 5 miles (6-8 km). It was freedom, fun and adventurous, we'd even pack lunches or take our allowance to get hotdogs and fries. Wasn't till we were older that it dawned on us that the river emptied into the Pacific Ocean and it was all open water from there.
Yup, brother broke his leg jumping off our 2 story house with a cape on. My male cousins did the same but they jumped out of single story homes, so no broken bones. Getting scraped up was a norm at the local park. Busted a tooth on one of those metal horses that you can bounce on. Cousin split her lips going head first down the metal slide lol my cousin broke his ankle riding a friend’s ATC at our park at the ripe old age of 8. Nobody got sued or in trouble. The kids might get yelled at for being careless and told “hope you learned your lesson!”
My older brother was born in 73' and he told me how our uncle had to snatch him from flying out the second story window when he was about 5. He thought he was Superman with his new cape that our uncle had bought. Maybe they all thought they were Superman 😂
My dad threw us out of the house at 11AM on Saturday and said be home at 5 or 6pm for dinner. If we were a second late, we DID NOT eat. I was born in 1970 in NYC. If I yelled at an adult neighbor, that neighbor could hit me. If I ever called an adult by his or her first name, my dad would smack me. There was a clear line between the kids and adults back then. Kids also were not to give their opinion unless asked by an adult for that opinion. I would go back to those days in a heartbeat.
I forgot about that. Adults were either Mr. Jones or sir if you didn't know the last name. One hoped another adult 't never had to discipline you because if your father found out you would get it twice as bad for embarrassing him.
This video perfectly lines up with my childhood but I can totally see what you're saying. And the reasons it still applied in the 90's are obvious. Cellphones weren't really a thing yet. Oh sure, a few people had them but no kids did and they kinda sucked anyway. No cellphones meant when you were out... you were out. Freedom. You were unreachable and it wasn't anyone's fault and no one cared. The other main thing that changed everything was 24 hour news. That also blew up in the 90's and the next thing you know people my age were bubblewrapping their kids, applauding every one of them for nothing while assuming every stranger was a pedophiliac murderer and creating the millennial generation. People crapped on the millennials, for good reason, but it was never their fault. It was people my age who got hooked on phones, AKA I can always find you, and news paranoia then spread it to the kids. It was better before we thought we needed to know everything.
@@mneugent7658 I agree, I was a 90's kid and spent most of my young child hood being able to do whatever I wanted as long as I was in a group. Then the late 90's early 00's everyone was a pedo and out to snatch you. We were all literally put into lock down and made to watch tv or chat online until we were about 15 😑 well in my case anyway
@@fayebell4716 Yeah that 24 hr news cycle ruined people's brains. All of a sudden the thought was "holy shit, there are all of these pedo snatcher murderers out there now" when in reality they were always there you just didn't hear about them unless it was local. Weirdos weren't suddenly invented. It's kind of like what the movie Jaws did. People love goofing off in the ocean but then all of a sudden a whole generation was like "fck that, I'll get eaten!" when in reality the risk never went up. Hey, life's a gamble. Might as well go out there and have fun. And the cellphones started out as "no way, my child is not getting an expensive cellphone" then switched to "my child HAS to have a cellphone so I know they're safe". Look how that worked out.
When I was in elementary school they put pavement around the merry go round to keep kids from getting dirty. 😂😂 Forget about getting slung off sliding across pavement. Being on the seesaw to have someone jump off to let you hit the ground. People breaking bones on the monkey bars. People not knowing the joys of being told to go outside to turn the antenna until the picture on the TV got clear.
I was born in 1960......so I was a teen in the 70's but man it was fun even in the 60's....I used to tell Mon on a Saturday morning I was riding my bike to Grapeland Hieghts City (Miami) Park....it was 3 miles from my house.....she never thought anything about and would say...."have fun and be careful and here is $3 for McDonald's or Burger King"
Kinda heartbreaking for kids today. They will never know the freedom we had and as was said here we are but with many bruises and scars to show we actually lived
We would take pieces of cardboard to the top of the tallest , steepest grassy hill when the grass turned brown , and we'd slide down the hill on the cardboard at breakneck speed . One time one of the neighborhood kids got ahold of a complete refrigerator box , we all got in and tumbled all the way down ass over teakettle . That was the first time that I got the wind knocked out of me , it was great .
Yep, I grew up in the 60's and 70's. Graduated HS right at the end, '79. I don't think any of my friends died from our activities, but we broke quite a few bones and got a lot of stitches. And were right back at it soon after. A bit of danger was half the fun. From running around the desert killing rattlesnakes as a seven year old, to moving to DC area and riding my bike with friends from Mt. Vernon into DC (gone for about nine hours) with our parents not having a clue. A punishment was that we were not allowed to go out. (That usually lasted about an hour, and then mom couldn't take having me in the house anymore.) No seat belts in the bed of the pickup when my dad drove about six of us from DC Area to Norfolk Naval Base down the freeways at 70-80 miles an hour (four hour-ish drive)…we all came back alive. DAMN, I wish my kids grew up then! Thanks for the memories!
Spent my entire teenage years in the 70s and looking back I feel it was the best decade to be a teenager, we had great music of all genres more freedom less rules and the legal drinking age in Texas was 18 so my entire senior year I could go to any bar or strip club in Dallas on a school night and show up at school hungover and the teacher would just shake her head in disgust also no seatbelt laws and you could drink and drive
@@JustMe-gn6yf except for most liquor stores you could buy beer at 16 (Missouri City Texas). Only got carded once by an oriental guy. At dances you could buy beer with the cops 10 yards away. Sorry but if you can die for your country you should be able to drink.
@@gregdavidson670 I lived just outside Dallas and as a teenager we got stopped multiple times by the police driving back across the city limit with a car full of teenagers (everyone under 18) and cases of beer and all they did was make us open every can and pour it on the side of the road
@@JustMe-gn6yf this happened to me twice in Missouri City. Police pulled me over. They asked if I’d been drinking. I said yes sir. They said where do you live. I said a few blocks away. Don’t want to see you out the rest of the night. And that was that. Happened a third time in Friendswood, same thing. Showed the cops respect and unless they were pissed about something else. Now on Halloween they were pulling us over right and left taking eggs and toilet paper. Didn’t want to have beer on you then. Funny it was more strict but we had so much freedom. Our school parking lots there were guns hanging on gun racks and concealed maybe 50-100. We never shot any place up. But the funniest thing was you couldn’t have long hair so if you had long hair you hade to put a wig on. Black guys were given 1 inch. They even had to take their school pictures with their hair tied back so it wouldn’t show.
@@gregdavidson670 exactly and I was one of them with a Remington in the rack in the rear window and one of the highschools in my city had a indoor gun range
In the early seventies my brother and his friends were playing tree tag.. . That is a friendly game of tag while climbing in a tree or trees... So my brother Bruce and his friends were playing tree tag in his best friend Jimbo's backyard.. they had two gigantic poplar trees that grew into each other so they could pass from tree to tree... Well my brother fell and broke his arm. Jimbo's mother yelled at everybody and made them go to the Park where there is the football field and baseball diamonds and swing sets..etc. this is all while my brother was in the hospital getting a cast put on. But to make this long story short.. Jimbo was climbing up the backside of the bleachers at the football field and when he reached the top he fell breaking both of his arms... We have pictures of my brother Bruce and his best friend Jimbo with three casts on the same day. lol
I wonder if there's more stuff like this of obsolete things that younger folks wouldn't recognize. This is your second one now I believe. I love seeing Sophie and Aiden's reactions to stuff that used to be done in the good ol days
I remember having birthday parties in the garage. Dad would pull the car out and mom would put a long table in, and decorate the place. Then the kids in the neighborhood would come and we'd eat cake, drink punch, and play all day.
I used to lay in the back of the car like that too, Daz! Once on the way to my grandparent's house in winter, it started snowing and my father spun the car out.. I flew over both my parent's heads and they somehow caught me and kept me from hitting the windshield. At the time, I thought it was just the most fun! 😂
OMG MY WHOLE CHILDHOOD IN ONE VIDEO ! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. I had one of those banana seat bikes and learned to ride it ....😆....by bolting down a gravel driveway at high speed, somehow balancing on the two wheels, safety not a concern for me. I stopped by wiping out at the bottom of the driveway to avoid getting hit by a car. Scar from the gravel is still on my knee. No one was watching me either 😂😂😂
Our parks tended to be on concrete. Mom made my clothes since she was a professional seamstress. Mom got me two toys that I still have in storage: 1) a train when I was four, and 2) used Legos she purchased at a garage sale. Birthday and Christmas presents were small things, usually gadget toys, but had one restriction - it had to be quiet.
I was born on the late 50s, I spent my teens in the 70s. Best decade ever! The 60s were pretty cool, even more freedom, but nothing can hold a candle to the 70s!
When I was barely a teen (in the early 80s), it was said & overwhelmingly happened to be, as predicted, a white van that would follow you, go back & forth & offered a ride, sometimes for nearly a week, after you refused, once or twice earlier that week. Being born in the last days of 1967, the 70s ended just days after turning 12. Banana Seats on our bicycle, bike helmets weren't worn or even sold. Quite often, you'd see a kid on every other block, with an arm in a cast, from climbing, bike jumping, skateboarding, swinging, etc. Big rigs ( A.K.A.18 wheelers, tractor-trailers, Semi's) AND Station wagons (especially early on) absolutely ruled the American landscape (& the US highways & byways), in the 70's, before the "mini-van" & the favorite game to play, away from home, was always any of the seemingly endless choices of Pinball Machines, until the "home arcade" (later called "home video games") came on the scene in the late 70s (for my family, Summer1979! As a result, pinball has never seen a full rebound, ever since, to be frank.
A big thing for us, probably anywhere in the upper midwest / great lakes or northeast, was to get the dress shoes you normally hate and put them on when the streets are iced and snowy then grab car bumpers and go like hell.
We did that in Massachusetts, we called it "mushing." It was better after a fresh snowfall, there were no dry spots. You couldn't see what was ahead of you from the rear bumper, crouched down so that the driver wouldn't see you. But if you got lucky and got a good long mush, you had to try to catch one back. What the hell were we thinking?
Sweet. I was a farm kid and we had access to the tractors. Take one of those aluminum dish sled things, put it on a 20 foot rope, pull it behind a John Deere 3020. Driver hugs the side of the field adjacent to the drainage ditch, starts executing turns and sets you swinging. Sometimes I wonder we're still alive.
Even growing up in the 50s and 60s, we did many of these things. We played outside all day long going to our friends’ houses on the weekends and we knew to come home when the street lights came on or until mom called out the front or back door. My mother used to drive my brother’s baseball team to practices and games by putting the tailgate of our station wagon down and four kids would sit on the back of the tailgate and the other 10 would crowd into the back and the middle seat. She would drive slow, but this is what was done in those days. No one would think this was dangerous.
Mother chauffeured the kids? Unheard of when I was a kid. You wanted to go someplace, you walked or rode your bike. Mom was busy cleaning the house or doing laundry.
Yes, it's sad. When I was a kid we were free as birds (but harshly disciplined if we did bad) and had so much fun. I remember bringing my 6" deer antler handled hunting knife to school (age 8) for Show & Tell. No teachers freaking out, no police called. We would go to the local gun shop and buy black powder. We made cannons that shot rocks. We played in hills and forests all day with no adults. We rode horses 20 miles into the mountains to fish of just swim in the river. No adults around. Kids don't make good adults if they are too coddled and never face dangers.
I remember the first time I encountered a "Jungle Gym" climbing structure with some sort of padding on the ground below. When I was little, they were built on asphalt and if you fell off it often broke something (or at least skinned up something).
I'm not sure Sophie and Aiden get being out all day and not coming home till the street lights come on. If you watch the early episodes of Andy Griffith, Opie is about 5 years old when he's out about town. That was it! And his dad was the sheriff! 😄 Nobody came looking for you until after dark.
I went on a church camp when I was a teenager in scorching hot summer and they put out a big black tarp on a hill for people to slide down but they had only just started pouring water & soap on it (it hadn’t cooled the tarp down yet) me and my mate jumped on it and ended up with severe burns on our asses & backs…we tried to play it cool for the rest of the week and we were too embarrassed to see the camp nurse so we were basically treating each others wounds for the rest of the camp 😂😂😂
It was a treat to be in high school during the 70s. I graduated in 1970 four. I graduated 1 year before Vietnam ended. But during that.of time in high school, my fellow classmates voted before graduation, and I was awarded. Most likely to… More than likely, most likely to find a kegger. That is a Party with a keg of beer. The best music came from that time.
Mark 11:06. We got the whole "blood brothers" notion from those Westerners. Red Man and White Man would become such as a means of instilling trust, et cetera. I would have quite the collection of pocket knives if I didn't lose them. People gave me new ones to replace what I lost. It made gift-giving easier. My best one ever slipped right out of its case that was on my belt and splashed into a pond, just because I leaned over it to get a better look at something! I wasn't allowed to feel around for it because my elders feared that a snake might bite me or that a snapping turtle might take a finger! It wasn't a "Swiss Army" knife, but it had a lot of tools as if it were one.
We sometimes had a choice of licks or lines at school. I got into my fair share of trouble and always took the licks. A few swats with a paddle didn’t faze me a bit, my parents used a belt when we were bad enough. Licks were nothing.
I turned 13 in 1970 and did most of these things in the 60s and 70s. I went to Girl Scout camp in 68 and 69. I had many a skinned knee, elbow, and chin - usually the day before the first day of school or school picture day. Girls had a little less freedom than guys and it used to upset me, but seeing how things are these days, it really wasn’t that confining. It was a wonderful time to be a kid. I feel so blessed to have been born when I was.
Hell, even the 90s were still more “free and simple” compared to these days. My friends and I walking to the public basketball court and just play for a couple of hours. Then head out to the local store to grab a Coke or 7-Up. Go to a friend’s house because he had that brand new Super Nintendo console. Playing on a 20inch TV. Or going to the local store where it had a Street Fighter II arcade. Putting your quarter on the top of the arcade to show that “you got the next game”.
I'm so happy that I was a child in the mid 80's. It was the last period of time for everything that the parents are talking about. Tougher kids make more resilient adults.
I was fortunate to have lived in the 50s and 60s...which was much like the 70s and 80s 50s ad a child to 60s as a teenager..and then 70s as a college student..and let me tell you it was a wild ride and then the 80s..married with hone and child...pta meetings...room mother..going on field trips etc...and before you know it you are a grandmother and I look back to the 50s and thank God I lived the great free style before the 2000s..a boat load of difference
Born in '71 here. I remember basically all of this stuff. Nearly every school year someone got their arm broken on the school playground from jumping off the swings or other playground equipment. As for Sophie not going past the end of the street till she was 11 or 12, by the time I was 12, when mom and dad went to town to do grocery shopping, I would sneak dad's truck out and drive it up and down the road we lived on. I would put a block of wood in front of the tire before I moved it so I could park it in the same spot so they wouldn't know it had been moved. We had so much fun. Kids back then were made of tougher stuff than kids these days, when they get emotionally scarred if you look at them wrong.
Graduated HS mid-70's, Dad was in the Air Force but my summers were filled at the Family Farm in South-Central Rural Kentucky, I too would drive all kinds of vehicles way under-aged, which actually was tolerated by most, even cops occasionally, as long as you didn't get Stupid or get caught in the families good vehicles, but being younger teenagers we were of course very stupid, couldn't be helped.
I broke my arm in kindergarten and again in first grade fighting on the monkey bars 😆We were relatively unsupervised which is crazy . The second time the teacher didn't believe me when I told her I'd just broken my arm and made me finish the school day without even seeing the nurse , I remember holding my arm in place so it didn't hurt so bad . She was horrified the next day to see my cast .
My favorite thing in Michigan was making tunnels in the front yard through the snow. Snow tunnels. Dangerous fun. And yes, more than few tunnel collapses. But that was SO FUN😮
I played on the swinging rings in grammar school (was about 8 yrs old) and broke open a huge blister on the palm of my hand one day. My hands were really dirty, too, from playing. I went to the nurse’s office for a band-aid, but she was out. The janitor was there and he said here, just wash your hands with soap and it’ll be fine. He proceeded to show me to wash my hands (flat together) and scrub them clean. I remembered it stung, but thanked him for the help and I went on my way!
Some great memories in the comments. Thanks for getting involved. 💙
The seat belt was my mom's arm slinging across to to my chest to keep me from face planting the dash.. 😂
I was telling my grandson the other day that when I was a kid if a kid was wearing a helmet, it meant that he was a special needs child. The 70s😂
We had a neighbor kid that wore a football helmet and he was a special needs kid.
Then you grew up and made it so all kids had to lol
As someone who was born in 1973 (I just celebrated my 50th birthday 2 days ago), I COMPLETELY agree with everything in this video! Kids playing outside all day long is 100% correct. During the summers, I would listen for my mom's voice yelling from the front porch around noon & then again around 5PM. I could go outside again after dinner until it was dark, but I had to be only on my street. There was so much freedom, my friends & I never got in serious trouble, & if we hurt ourselves we took responsibility for it for being irresponsible. No helicopter parenting! If you burn yourself, you LEARNED not to do that again--hahaha.
Me too, but I’m still 49, old man.
My mother in law bought my son(He's 6.We had him late in life.We were told we would never have kids.) knee,elbow,and wrist pads because he fell off his scooter. He's only worn them a few times. I was telling my husband we never used those and we turned out ok. My son says all of his scrapes and bruises are his "battle scars". My husband told him that chicks dig scars although he's too young for girls.
I grew up in the 50's and 60's. Graduated from American High School in 1971. Casts on your arm or leg were a badge of honor. Playground slides were made of metal. We used waxed paper to make the slide faster. When I got older and started driving, there were drive-in theaters and cars had front bench seats. Good times!
Have you noticed you rarely see a kid with a cast these days? I guess their parents just wrap them in bubble wrap until they're 18.
Those metal slides would give you 3 rd degree burns were I'm from. I actually found a small park that still has a metal slide and a merry go round in it.I took my six year old son.He had a blast.
@@jeffmorse645 Nah just they had casts when they were a kid and decided to not do that again. Literally every thing you guys hate your own generation started making the norm because how shitty your child hoods actually were lol
That is the exact era I grew up in, great memories.
And if you went down the slide in the summer after 10 AM you would actually burn your ass, and it hurt to sit!
I used to lay in the back window two perfect sleepy the area...lol! I don't they ever slammed on breaks, I never remember falling off.😊
I'm loved growing up in the seventies!😊😁
That was way fun! So glad I got to experience the freedom of the 70’s. Best years of my life!
I was born in 1959, so the 70s was MY TIME. We had our banana bikes and rode every where we wanted/needed to go. We all rode two on a bike time and time again. Our street was one block long, and at the end of the street was a dike built in the late 40s and into the 60s, even, for flood control. There are loads of waterways in Pennsylvania and we get a fair bit of rain so flooding is always a risk. The dike is high - I don't know how to describe it. It was our personal playground, though. We'd play king of the mountain, or we'd all bring cardboard boxes and slide down into the ditch at the base, hoping and dreading that we'd all collide at the bottom. It was such fun, but there was always the threat of someone breaking something. The really daring kids would ride their bikes down the dike, but there was a trick to it, you had to be going in a diagonal down the hill, not straight down. Straight down and you'd go sailing over the handlebars.
My brother-in-law was a maintenance man at a shoe factory (the man, with a 5th grade education, was a mechanical genius. The entire extended family had bodged together appliances where Dan had taken two or three or more "dead" appliances and tinkered them together to make a new one. One of those washing machines lasted us 12 years) So he drove a "company" van - an extra-long Econoline van, with no seats in it, except in the front. We all rode in the back in folding metal lawn chairs. If he had to slam on the brakes, only the smartest of us avoided having the chairs collapse on us. :)
We swam in the creeks and the river that ran through the city, at a time when pollution was barely even recognized. Heck we even drank that water with our PB&J sammiches. (The last time I swam in the creek was when I was in my middle 20s and I got swimmers' ear. That was it for freshwater swimming for me!)
Since we always had chores to do in the morning, and we liked sleeping in in summer, we generally stayed close to home until we'd had lunch. Then we'd grab some kind of bottle of water (no such thing as portion sized water from the store) and maybe some crackers or some kind of fruit for a snack and we'd be gone, as Gaynor said, until the street lights came on. We'd be filthy as all get out, or maybe "creek clean" if we'd been swimming (which we did until dusk because there was a bit of woods to go through to get to the dike, which we had to climb, to get back home. It was no fun going through those woods - as short as the distance was - in the dark.
I had a great childhood!
That photo of the kid lying on the window shelf behind the back seat took me back. That was my favorite place to nap on those long summer roadtrips across the desert. There were three kids so we had to take turns: one kid on the shelf, one on the seat, and one on a nest of blankets on the floor behind the front seat with their head pillowed on the bump where the driveshaft went. It was a '55 Chevy sedan, and pkenty wide enough for two kids to share the floor if they wanted.
To entertain us, my dad would pick up free roadmaps at the gas station as we entered a new state, one for each kid. Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Nevada, singing "California, here I come" the whole way. We didn't have to ask if we were there yet: we knew exactly where we were on the map.
And of course we had books. When I was older, 14, we took a trip of a lifetime to eastern Canada. That gave rise to a remark that became a family saying for the next fifty years: "Put down your book and look at Newfoundland!"
I was a kid of the 60's! One thing they didn't show were the 10 foot tall slides that we climbed and slide down. That would get so hot they could burn your skin.. So we learned how to pull our dresses down far enough not to burn our butts and bend our legs so we wouldn't burn those. :)
The ramps to jump your bikes got taller until someone wiped out. If you broke your bike acting a fool you didn't whine, you earned a new one. I remember my 1st car. It was a piece of junk, but I had pride in it because I earned it
8:15 OMG I forgot all about that in the playground! Those were so much fun. Half the stuff we had in the playground in elementary school doesn't even exist anymore because they were kinda dangerous lol
Back when we all brought our own lunches, lunch time was where we learned the art of bartering and trade.
Very true I remember this well !!!!! Seatbelts what are seatbelts ??? Alway rode in the boot of the car just like in the video
American here - I miss the 70's and 80's. We'd sleep out in the backyard in a tent friends and I. After midnight we'd sneak out and go pool hopping. We'd put dish soap across the road at STOP signs and watch the car tires spin 😂
Ahh, how I miss those old, rusty, metal pole swing sets. You’d swing up so high, the back legs would come up out of the ground, and for a split second you were sure you were gonna die. Good times.
That yellow car was my first car when I left home for college. But mine was candy apple red. 1972 Chevelle Malibu. Best car I ever had.
I was ages 9 through 19 in the 1970s. The main thing I notice that me and my friends/peers did that younger folks don't do as much today is get our driver's license as soon as we could at 16. The freedom was something we all craved. Especially in California in the 1970s - there was such a car culture then. I've noticed that with my nieces and nephews most of them were at least 19 or even early 20s before they learned to drive. Can't even imagine that.
I was ages 5 through 15 in the 70s. My father prohibited me from getting my driver's license until I was age 18. I was allowed to take 'Driver's Ed' in my senior year with the sophomores. I know Missouri is different than California, but not driving until age 18 was not cool even in Misery! I was so thankful to my much older married sister for teaching me how to drive...
@@disoriented1 That was unusual. I can't remember a kid in my high school that didn't get their license at 16 (17 at the latest). I'm sure there were some, but all I know is everyone I knew had one and the parking lot was full of cars. Totally different than today.
@@jeffmorse645is this California, because if you didn’t get your license before 18 your parents are just controlling
Well my state parent is legally on hook for kids if they drive, so that is why most won't do it. I mean growing up the amount of drunk driving, and car accidents near local high school was insane. So bad when they built my school they decided to make it closed campus and no leaving campus for lunch lol Oh and it was 70 sand 80s kids grown up who decided this for us 90s kids sigh.
Not only did my mother let me jump my bike over stuff, she was usually outside cheering me on to jump farther, over more obstacles.
Right? I don't ever remember hearing a parent chew anyone out for tree climbing or ramp jumping or anything of the sort. Usually we all got yelled at for things like being noisy, leaving the door open and letting flies in(were you born in a barn?), tracking in mud/dirt, etc.
I was a country kid and pretty much all of our pass time activities were dangerous. Climbing hay bales in the hay loft and swinging on ropes, timing ourselves for how long we could stay on the back of a yearling calf, catching rattle snakes that we could get $1 each for from a local "wild" animal park.
My cousins would ride their horses over to our place or vice versa and we would play Kick the Can on horseback. Literally hurtling our horses at top speeds after each other, around buildings and jumping over low bushes and fallen trees. We had crashes and collisions and falls. Life wasn't normal if there wasn't at least one kid in a cast for part of the summer. 😂 Mine was a broken arm (from falling off a horse, naturally) at age 7 and I still remember the feeling of waking up from anesthesia with that heavy wet plaster cast from my shoulder to my fingertips.
Best time and way to grow up... ever. It was epic.
@@msdarby515 I agree with you completely!
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@@genekent2391 I will add, however, that while my parents didn't bother me about climbing trees or anything, my grandmother was another story. She was always telling us urban legends and warning us to be careful. Like the little girl who fell in the hog pen and wars eaten by them. Best of all, her nagging my uncle, who was 10 years older than me, constantly about safety.
To be fair, he was/is a wild-man, seriously. He'd take us out spotlighting and shooting rabbits *from the truck!* He was a known speed demon and risk taker that regardless of vehicle, if you were with him in the truck/motorcycle/tractor/snow machine, etc., you were going for a ride! 😁
Like you, he'd just as soon go over a ramp as go around it.
But all the adults still allowed us all to go with him and he was/is one of those uncles that would push himself back from the Christmas dinner and load all of us kids up and we would head out for fun. And one of my strongest memories is that every single time Grandma was standing on the porch hollering, "You be careful with those kids!" 😂
Family trips! First trip our west was in a car with my two sisters in the backseat. Yeah we drove through the night, motels were expensive. Finally upgraded to Dad's truck. Had a camper shell, he built a bench for us. Loads of comic books, they were printed in our town back then. Loved those trips!
Don't forget the back seat in the station wagon facing the other way. I don't know how we survived. lol
What Freedoms we had. The kids were outside until dinner time. All adults looked after the masses of kids. It was innocence at its best. I had 5 sisters so my father a Saint for putting up with us. Singing on trips lasted 5 minutes until he would put an end to it. I loved growing up not wearing shoes in summer and we'd get so dirty. Wouldn't change those freedoms. Still keep in touch with our neighborhood gang. Thanks guys, it was fun. ❤
I really enjoyed this. I was raised in the 1970s and it brought back a lot of memories.
Grew up in the 70s in the US. The Bicentennial in 1976 was a big deal, as was CB radios, disco music and the movie "Jaws." We wandered all over the neighborhood; if Mom wanted me to come home she'd stand on the front porch and blow a whistle.
I was ages 7-17 during the 70s. This is right up my alley and reflects my childhood really well. When I was a kid me and my best friend used to go up into the hills beyond our neighborhood to catch lizards and snakes. We'd bring them home to aquariums we maintained. One of the things that this video missed was the Pogo Stick. They were wildly dangerous but oh so fun! I was really good at it.
squirt guns were great fun. and water balloons.
Me too.
I loved my pogo stick until the day my feet slipped off the footrests and the pole hit me under the chin. My teeth chomped down on my tongue and filled my mouth with blood. I didn't ride it after that. But because I loved my pogo stick, when I saw the Pogo books in my folks' library, I was intrigued. My siblings and I can still quote Pogo by the yard. ❤
@@KarenSDRThis happened to one of my friends, but it was worse for him. He broke his jaw and had to his mouth wired shut while he healed. He was drinking his meals through a straw for a while. I fortunately never had an incident with one.
@@jlpack62 Yikes!
Daz reminded me too. Seatbelt were never worn, there were no child restraint seats. Kids just stood up in the back seat and leaned against the front seat like they were surfing. I remember when my grandpa wanted tress taken down on his property he would give my cousin and me a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and some fireworks and a hand drill. We would go find the tress he had marked with a string on his farm, we would drill holes in the trees and stuff them with firecrackers. Then we lit a cigarette, lit the fuses, and ran behind some rocks. A few seconds later there would be dozens of explosions and the trees would start to crack and sway and come down. It was great.
Yeah, seat belts weren't even mandatory to be installed in cars until the late 60's. And wasn't required use until the mid 80's.
if someone stopped short, whoever was driving would put their arm out to try and stop you from flying off the seat. it never worked lol.
@@daemonhat Yeah, an the back seats were even worse. Bench seats with vinyl upholstery. Going around a corner, you slid like a hockey puck on ice.
@@daemonhat And once you developed that reflex, it never went away. I still do that. Stop short, and the right arm flies out across the passenger seat.
Just because you’re lucky you didn’t die by flying through a windshield doesn’t make it right…. People got sick of scraping bodies off the road. Stop glorifying days of less knowledge 😂 be proud society continues to advance
Did you guys do the 'card in the spokes' thing on your bikes? I remember a couple of other things, too, like cap pistols/rifles. They were pretty realistic. I even had a toy grenade launcher. The grenade was basically a foam rubber tennis ball (think a nerf gun predecessor), but still, it could shoot about 100 feet, fairly accurately. Lawn darts was one of my favorite games.
I also sat in the back of the car, especially when my mom took us shopping. We had a VW bug. Behind the back seat was an area for luggage. That was my spot. Oh, by the way, many a wager would be won when my mom, brother and I went shopping, as she bought groceries for the entire month, about 30-35 grocery bags full or 3 grocery carts full. My brother and I would wait by the entrance with the carts and my mom would get the car. She would then start loading the car. It was like watching a clown car in reverse, but she could get all of the bags in plus my brother and I and drive away with a wave as the baggers and other customers just looked on in disbelief.
edit to add: I often think that the reason many kids these days have so many more health problems is that back then, our parents didn't shelter us like they do now. Even today, I have a very strong immune system, enough so that my doctor had to finally do a culture as I always had high white cell count, but never any other sign of infection. He found nothing specific, but just a lot of antibodies for lots of things.
edit 2: rifles and/or shotgun in the back window in the gun rack of your pickup (HS, early 70's).
Spot on with sleeping in the back window, I was the youngest of 5 growing up in Kentucky USA and that was my spot for road trips. No seatbelts at all in our 1972 Caprice Classic. You could however parallel park that giant car with finger tips. Power steering was still not in every vehicle in the 70’s but the Caprice was so smooth to drive. The 70’s was a great era to grow up in!
It was so fun growing up in the 70's! I wouldn't change anything about it!
This was so fun to watch!!! Brings back lots of memories!!! I was born in '79, so grew up in the 80's and this was pretty much the same experience. I got a Nintendo around 85 or so which kept me inside some, but other than that we were always outside, riding four-wheelers with no supervision, running wild, climbing on the roof and jumping off, ringing the neighbors doorbell in the middle of the night and running to hide. Summer time, when parents were at work and we were off from school, I can't even talk about the crazy stuff we did then. I love the memories of us neighborhood kids, just finding whatever we could do because our parents wanted us out of the house.
I also remember visiting my grandma in the mid-80's and she would tell me I had to put my seatbelt on because it was the law now. At the time, I didn't know, but this was her driving us in to town to the liquor store so she could buy her a bottle of vodka, come home and drunk dial everyone in her little contact book all evening. I did like it when she would give me a little nip or two. 😏
It really was a fun time to grow up in my opinion. As always thank you Daz, G, Aidan & Sophie!!!
70’s we’re the greatest! So glad I had that experience! Good times! 🤣
We used to camp out in the backyard growing up in the summer. And my grandma had a Buick and we use to fight over who got to ride in the back window ledge. And we road in the bed of the truck, but my mom had a rule that you had to be at least 10 to sit on the side. And there were certain neighbors you avoided because they'd call your mother and you'd get in trouble when you got home.
I was in middle school and high school in the 70’s. That video was perfect. A great vision of the way it was. It is literally how it was back in the day. The only thing missing is the incredible sound track that should be flowing through the whole vid. We had the greatest music! Thanks for this. A fabulous blast from the past. 😁
Mine was the 60's and 70's. I had so many scrapes and cuts I looked like one big scab, but iI had fun and learned doing it.
Born in '71...it truly was THE time to be alive. The music, movies, history..
I remember everyone painting the fire hydrants like revolutionary soldiers in 76! I miss the roller discos 😭
Great memories. 1971 here as well. I agree with Aiden! I was surprised you guys were doing the same things as us here in So Cal
The 70’s and 80’s were so much fun. My mom had a green Datsun hatchback and the funnest thing in the world was for me, my brothers and cousins to ride in the hatchback with the top up whenever we went anywhere 😂😂😂. We loved it, and we would be crammed in there like sardines, bouncing around, sometimes getting hit in the head with the hatchback if the particular bump was too hard 😂. But amazingly, none of us ever got hurt. No one looked at you like it was even dangerous, because everyone drove a little recklessly then. No seatbelts (unless you count my mom’s arm if I was in the front seat and she had to slam the brakes suddenly 😂), sitting on laps if there weren’t enough seats, etc. and for the most part, we all lived to tell the tale.
I am so glad I grew up with my childhood in the ‘70’s and my teenage years/college years in the ‘80’s. Absolutely a brilliant time to be a kid!
As a kid growing up in 1970’s suburban NY. This video was right on point. We did everything the narrator talked about and it was good. I could add some others like going to stationary store and getting candy and baseball cards. When July 4th got near we all walked around with packs of firecrackers for a week before till about a week after. With a big bloc display in the fourth by parents.
Taking glass bottles to the shop to get the deposit for them and buy candy.
I was born in 1972 and remember those care free days. I remember being about 9yrs old and my older brother and I found an old car tire without the rim and I crawled inside and he rolled me down a hill into traffic lol best of times
Grew up in the U.S. in the 70's/80's and this is very accurate. If you're an adult who lived as a child from the 80's or earlier you are a survivor. lol
I’ll be 65 Monday and my childhood was so much better than todays kids.
it's funny tho how even i can relate to some of these even though im only 25 years old. my childhood was great!! back then, most of us kids still didn't really have phones(i think i got my first phone when i was in middle school) so it was either our old game consoles(if you were lucky enough to have one else, go to a friend's house and play) or playing on the streets. the kids of the whole street would get together and just play anything. cops and robbers, bike races, tag on our bikes, sports right on the road, etc. we would do this right on the road as well, no one gave a fuck. everything was our playground. heck, we would play street competitions where kids from another street(usually the next street next to ours) would challenge our street to a game of soccer or tag football to say which street is better 😂 such great times! thank you guys for making me reminisce of those times.
I remember being excited one day because grandma and the aunts were all packing what appeared to be a picnic lunch and thinking we were going to go to our favored park for the day, nope, it turned out that we were going to buy gas. No one liked waiting in the hour+ lines at the gas station alone, so they packed a picnic and everyone who needed gas would go together. There was a nice grassy area where you could picnic and if you were lucky someone would give you some change for gas station ice cream or candy. This was in 1979. We often ended up sharing food because a lot of the other parents didn't plan ahead as well lol.
I feel so lucky to have had such a wonderful childhood. It's like that show the Wonder Years. We always knew when the street lights came on it was time to go home for dinner. If it was summer, straight back out for some more fun. 😂
I remember 6 of my cousins riding in the gunner seat (the fold down seat in the cargo area) of my mom's 1972 Ford Country Squire station wagon. No seatbelts, and impromptu wrestling matches.😂
We would ride on the backseat shelf and our dad would slam on the breaks. The goal was to see if we would make it into the front seat.
So nostalgic. We were lucky kids.
I survived Lawn Darts! we used to love playing with those.
In my little town the fire/tornado siren would blow at noon, 6pm, and 9pm. Every kid in town needed to go straight home for supper at the 6 o'clock whistle. Then we'd go back out until the 9 o'clock. Then it was in the house and ready for bed. Except for Saturday nights when we were all done bathing, we could have popcorn and pop (a Saturday night ONLY Treat) and would sit down to watch a B horror movie with giant grasshoppers or huge rabbits or something equally terrifying like that. LOL
Great one to cover, brought back SO many memories. One that would never go over today was when I was around 9, my friends and I inflated some inner tubes with a bike pump, climbed down the canyon into Mission Valley, crossed the bridge over interstate 8 and jumped into the San Diego River, it wasn't as overgrown back then. There were a couple of spots we had to climb back out to cross over low bridges and roads, only to continue on till the river widened, then we'd paddle over to the rocky side, climb up and go to either Ocean or Pacific Beach and spend the day, till we were tired and would call my best friends brother to come get us from a phone booth. We only got into trouble once when his sister answered and told, but we'd do it again in a few weeks or so. The whole trip was between 4 to 5 miles (6-8 km). It was freedom, fun and adventurous, we'd even pack lunches or take our allowance to get hotdogs and fries. Wasn't till we were older that it dawned on us that the river emptied into the Pacific Ocean and it was all open water from there.
Yup, brother broke his leg jumping off our 2 story house with a cape on. My male cousins did the same but they jumped out of single story homes, so no broken bones.
Getting scraped up was a norm at the local park. Busted a tooth on one of those metal horses that you can bounce on. Cousin split her lips going head first down the metal slide lol my cousin broke his ankle riding a friend’s ATC at our park at the ripe old age of 8. Nobody got sued or in trouble. The kids might get yelled at for being careless and told “hope you learned your lesson!”
My older brother was born in 73' and he told me how our uncle had to snatch him from flying out the second story window when he was about 5. He thought he was Superman with his new cape that our uncle had bought. Maybe they all thought they were Superman 😂
I was 12 in 1970 so it really was my decade, I wouldn't trade those times for anything. Great video guys! 😁
My dad threw us out of the house at 11AM on Saturday and said be home at 5 or 6pm for dinner. If we were a second late, we DID NOT eat. I was born in 1970 in NYC. If I yelled at an adult neighbor, that neighbor could hit me. If I ever called an adult by his or her first name, my dad would smack me. There was a clear line between the kids and adults back then. Kids also were not to give their opinion unless asked by an adult for that opinion. I would go back to those days in a heartbeat.
I forgot about that. Adults were either Mr. Jones or sir if you didn't know the last name. One hoped another adult 't never had to discipline you because if your father found out you would get it twice as bad for embarrassing him.
@@protonneutron9046 Yes! So true.
Honestly, a lot of these things also apply up to the 90s. I remember many of these things being a kid in the 90s
This video perfectly lines up with my childhood but I can totally see what you're saying. And the reasons it still applied in the 90's are obvious. Cellphones weren't really a thing yet. Oh sure, a few people had them but no kids did and they kinda sucked anyway. No cellphones meant when you were out... you were out. Freedom. You were unreachable and it wasn't anyone's fault and no one cared. The other main thing that changed everything was 24 hour news. That also blew up in the 90's and the next thing you know people my age were bubblewrapping their kids, applauding every one of them for nothing while assuming every stranger was a pedophiliac murderer and creating the millennial generation. People crapped on the millennials, for good reason, but it was never their fault. It was people my age who got hooked on phones, AKA I can always find you, and news paranoia then spread it to the kids. It was better before we thought we needed to know everything.
@@mneugent7658 I agree, I was a 90's kid and spent most of my young child hood being able to do whatever I wanted as long as I was in a group. Then the late 90's early 00's everyone was a pedo and out to snatch you. We were all literally put into lock down and made to watch tv or chat online until we were about 15 😑 well in my case anyway
@@fayebell4716 Yeah that 24 hr news cycle ruined people's brains. All of a sudden the thought was "holy shit, there are all of these pedo snatcher murderers out there now" when in reality they were always there you just didn't hear about them unless it was local. Weirdos weren't suddenly invented. It's kind of like what the movie Jaws did. People love goofing off in the ocean but then all of a sudden a whole generation was like "fck that, I'll get eaten!" when in reality the risk never went up. Hey, life's a gamble. Might as well go out there and have fun. And the cellphones started out as "no way, my child is not getting an expensive cellphone" then switched to "my child HAS to have a cellphone so I know they're safe". Look how that worked out.
I was thinking the exact same thing
When I was in elementary school they put pavement around the merry go round to keep kids from getting dirty. 😂😂 Forget about getting slung off sliding across pavement. Being on the seesaw to have someone jump off to let you hit the ground. People breaking bones on the monkey bars. People not knowing the joys of being told to go outside to turn the antenna until the picture on the TV got clear.
I was born in 1960......so I was a teen in the 70's but man it was fun even in the 60's....I used to tell Mon on a Saturday morning I was riding my bike to Grapeland Hieghts City (Miami) Park....it was 3 miles from my house.....she never thought anything about and would say...."have fun and be careful and here is $3 for McDonald's or Burger King"
Kinda heartbreaking for kids today. They will never know the freedom we had and as was said here we are but with many bruises and scars to show we actually lived
We would take pieces of cardboard to the top of the tallest , steepest grassy hill when the grass turned brown , and we'd slide down the hill on the cardboard at breakneck speed . One time one of the neighborhood kids got ahold of a complete refrigerator box , we all got in and tumbled all the way down ass over teakettle . That was the first time that I got the wind knocked out of me , it was great .
Yep, I grew up in the 60's and 70's. Graduated HS right at the end, '79. I don't think any of my friends died from our activities, but we broke quite a few bones and got a lot of stitches. And were right back at it soon after. A bit of danger was half the fun. From running around the desert killing rattlesnakes as a seven year old, to moving to DC area and riding my bike with friends from Mt. Vernon into DC (gone for about nine hours) with our parents not having a clue. A punishment was that we were not allowed to go out. (That usually lasted about an hour, and then mom couldn't take having me in the house anymore.)
No seat belts in the bed of the pickup when my dad drove about six of us from DC Area to Norfolk Naval Base down the freeways at 70-80 miles an hour (four hour-ish drive)…we all came back alive.
DAMN, I wish my kids grew up then! Thanks for the memories!
Spent my entire teenage years in the 70s and looking back I feel it was the best decade to be a teenager, we had great music of all genres more freedom less rules and the legal drinking age in Texas was 18 so my entire senior year I could go to any bar or strip club in Dallas on a school night and show up at school hungover and the teacher would just shake her head in disgust also no seatbelt laws and you could drink and drive
@@JustMe-gn6yf except for most liquor stores you could buy beer at 16 (Missouri City Texas). Only got carded once by an oriental guy. At dances you could buy beer with the cops 10 yards away. Sorry but if you can die for your country you should be able to drink.
@@gregdavidson670 I lived just outside Dallas and as a teenager we got stopped multiple times by the police driving back across the city limit with a car full of teenagers (everyone under 18) and cases of beer and all they did was make us open every can and pour it on the side of the road
@@JustMe-gn6yf this happened to me twice in Missouri City. Police pulled me over. They asked if I’d been drinking. I said yes sir. They said where do you live. I said a few blocks away. Don’t want to see you out the rest of the night. And that was that. Happened a third time in Friendswood, same thing. Showed the cops respect and unless they were pissed about something else. Now on Halloween they were pulling us over right and left taking eggs and toilet paper. Didn’t want to have beer on you then. Funny it was more strict but we had so much freedom. Our school parking lots there were guns hanging on gun racks and concealed maybe 50-100. We never shot any place up. But the funniest thing was you couldn’t have long hair so if you had long hair you hade to put a wig on. Black guys were given 1 inch. They even had to take their school pictures with their hair tied back so it wouldn’t show.
@@gregdavidson670 exactly and I was one of them with a Remington in the rack in the rear window and one of the highschools in my city had a indoor gun range
10:40 90's kids did blood brothers too and spit pacts lmao different times
In the early seventies my brother and his friends were playing tree tag..
. That is a friendly game of tag while climbing in a tree or trees... So my brother Bruce and his friends were playing tree tag in his best friend Jimbo's backyard.. they had two gigantic poplar trees that grew into each other so they could pass from tree to tree... Well my brother fell and broke his arm. Jimbo's mother yelled at everybody and made them go to the Park where there is the football field and baseball diamonds and swing sets..etc. this is all while my brother was in the hospital getting a cast put on. But to make this long story short.. Jimbo was climbing up the backside of the bleachers at the football field and when he reached the top he fell breaking both of his arms... We have pictures of my brother Bruce and his best friend Jimbo with three casts on the same day. lol
My 70's experience would take too long. It was something. Wish I could go back.
I was 7 to 17 in the 70’s. Lots of fun!
This is the best video of all times
😂 I remember all this. Good times!
I wonder if there's more stuff like this of obsolete things that younger folks wouldn't recognize. This is your second one now I believe. I love seeing Sophie and Aiden's reactions to stuff that used to be done in the good ol days
I remember having birthday parties in the garage. Dad would pull the car out and mom would put a long table in, and decorate the place. Then the kids in the neighborhood would come and we'd eat cake, drink punch, and play all day.
I used to lay in the back of the car like that too, Daz! Once on the way to my grandparent's house in winter, it started snowing and my father spun the car out.. I flew over both my parent's heads and they somehow caught me and kept me from hitting the windshield. At the time, I thought it was just the most fun! 😂
OMG MY WHOLE CHILDHOOD IN ONE VIDEO ! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. I had one of those banana seat bikes and learned to ride it ....😆....by bolting down a gravel driveway at high speed, somehow balancing on the two wheels, safety not a concern for me. I stopped by wiping out at the bottom of the driveway to avoid getting hit by a car. Scar from the gravel is still on my knee. No one was watching me either 😂😂😂
I was ages 9 to 19 in the 70's. I would go back in a heartbeat. Hello from the state of Tennessee. U.S.A.
I feel so sorry for the kids these days lol. I miss the 70’s and 80’s.
Our parks tended to be on concrete. Mom made my clothes since she was a professional seamstress. Mom got me two toys that I still have in storage: 1) a train when I was four, and 2) used Legos she purchased at a garage sale. Birthday and Christmas presents were small things, usually gadget toys, but had one restriction - it had to be quiet.
I was born on the late 50s, I spent my teens in the 70s. Best decade ever! The 60s were pretty cool, even more freedom, but nothing can hold a candle to the 70s!
When I was barely a teen (in the early 80s), it was said & overwhelmingly happened to be, as predicted, a white van that would follow you, go back & forth & offered a ride, sometimes for nearly a week, after you refused, once or twice earlier that week. Being born in the last days of 1967, the 70s ended just days after turning 12. Banana Seats on our bicycle, bike helmets weren't worn or even sold. Quite often, you'd see a kid on every other block, with an arm in a cast, from climbing, bike jumping, skateboarding, swinging, etc. Big rigs ( A.K.A.18 wheelers, tractor-trailers, Semi's) AND Station wagons (especially early on) absolutely ruled the American landscape (& the US highways & byways), in the 70's, before the "mini-van" & the favorite game to play, away from home, was always any of the seemingly endless choices of Pinball Machines, until the "home arcade" (later called "home video games") came on the scene in the late 70s (for my family, Summer1979! As a result, pinball has never seen a full rebound, ever since, to be frank.
Loved this.
Making Creepy Crawlers with an electrically heated plate. Getting burned and NOT suing the manufacturer
A big thing for us, probably anywhere in the upper midwest / great lakes or northeast, was to get the dress shoes you normally hate and put them on when the streets are iced and snowy then grab car bumpers and go like hell.
We did that in Massachusetts, we called it "mushing." It was better after a fresh snowfall, there were no dry spots. You couldn't see what was ahead of you from the rear bumper, crouched down so that the driver wouldn't see you. But if you got lucky and got a good long mush, you had to try to catch one back. What the hell were we thinking?
Sweet. I was a farm kid and we had access to the tractors. Take one of those aluminum dish sled things, put it on a 20 foot rope, pull it behind a John Deere 3020. Driver hugs the side of the field adjacent to the drainage ditch, starts executing turns and sets you swinging.
Sometimes I wonder we're still alive.
Yeah! There’s so many memories. I’d wear my dads “dancing” shoes as we called them for the ice days 😂
Staying inside on the weekends and after school meant I would have to do some kind of work instead of playing
Even growing up in the 50s and 60s, we did many of these things. We played outside all day long going to our friends’ houses on the weekends and we knew to come home when the street lights came on or until mom called out the front or back door. My mother used to drive my brother’s baseball team to practices and games by putting the tailgate of our station wagon down and four kids would sit on the back of the tailgate and the other 10 would crowd into the back and the middle seat. She would drive slow, but this is what was done in those days. No one would think this was dangerous.
Mother chauffeured the kids? Unheard of when I was a kid. You wanted to go someplace, you walked or rode your bike. Mom was busy cleaning the house or doing laundry.
Yes, it's sad. When I was a kid we were free as birds (but harshly disciplined if we did bad) and had so much fun. I remember bringing my 6" deer antler handled hunting knife to school (age 8) for Show & Tell. No teachers freaking out, no police called. We would go to the local gun shop and buy black powder. We made cannons that shot rocks. We played in hills and forests all day with no adults. We rode horses 20 miles into the mountains to fish of just swim in the river. No adults around. Kids don't make good adults if they are too coddled and never face dangers.
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Back in the 70s my mom would write a note for the little store down the street saying, please sell Kiersten a pack of More Menthol! 😂
Ah Camp Zoe. Spent a few 70’s summers there. ‘Beautiful old Sinking Creek, whose water laps our shores.’
This is so great. I remember so much of this. I just relived my childhood.
I got a calculator for Christmas one year too. lol..They forgot the great Arcades and Arcade rooms we used to have.
I remember the first time I encountered a "Jungle Gym" climbing structure with some sort of padding on the ground below. When I was little, they were built on asphalt and if you fell off it often broke something (or at least skinned up something).
I'm not sure Sophie and Aiden get being out all day and not coming home till the street lights come on. If you watch the early episodes of Andy Griffith, Opie is about 5 years old when he's out about town. That was it! And his dad was the sheriff! 😄 Nobody came looking for you until after dark.
I went on a church camp when I was a teenager in scorching hot summer and they put out a big black tarp on a hill for people to slide down but they had only just started pouring water & soap on it (it hadn’t cooled the tarp down yet) me and my mate jumped on it and ended up with severe burns on our asses & backs…we tried to play it cool for the rest of the week and we were too embarrassed to see the camp nurse so we were basically treating each others wounds for the rest of the camp 😂😂😂
It was a treat to be in high school during the 70s. I graduated in 1970 four. I graduated 1 year before Vietnam ended. But during that.of time in high school, my fellow classmates voted before graduation, and I was awarded.
Most likely to… More than likely, most likely to find a kegger. That is a Party with a keg of beer. The best music came from that time.
I was born in '77 and can say a lot of this applied during the '80s as well.
Mark 11:06. We got the whole "blood brothers" notion from those Westerners. Red Man and White Man would become such as a means of instilling trust, et cetera. I would have quite the collection of pocket knives if I didn't lose them. People gave me new ones to replace what I lost. It made gift-giving easier. My best one ever slipped right out of its case that was on my belt and splashed into a pond, just because I leaned over it to get a better look at something! I wasn't allowed to feel around for it because my elders feared that a snake might bite me or that a snapping turtle might take a finger! It wasn't a "Swiss Army" knife, but it had a lot of tools as if it were one.
We sometimes had a choice of licks or lines at school. I got into my fair share of trouble and always took the licks. A few swats with a paddle didn’t faze me a bit, my parents used a belt when we were bad enough. Licks were nothing.
I turned 13 in 1970 and did most of these things in the 60s and 70s. I went to Girl Scout camp in 68 and 69. I had many a skinned knee, elbow, and chin - usually the day before the first day of school or school picture day. Girls had a little less freedom than guys and it used to upset me, but seeing how things are these days, it really wasn’t that confining. It was a wonderful time to be a kid. I feel so blessed to have been born when I was.
Hell, even the 90s were still more “free and simple” compared to these days. My friends and I walking to the public basketball court and just play for a couple of hours. Then head out to the local store to grab a Coke or 7-Up. Go to a friend’s house because he had that brand new Super Nintendo console. Playing on a 20inch TV. Or going to the local store where it had a Street Fighter II arcade. Putting your quarter on the top of the arcade to show that “you got the next game”.
I'm so happy that I was a child in the mid 80's. It was the last period of time for everything that the parents are talking about. Tougher kids make more resilient adults.
I was fortunate to have lived in the 50s and 60s...which was much like the 70s and 80s
50s ad a child to 60s as a teenager..and then 70s as a college student..and let me tell you it was a wild ride and then the 80s..married with hone and child...pta meetings...room mother..going on field trips etc...and before you know it you are a grandmother and I look back to the 50s and thank God I lived the great free style before the 2000s..a boat load of difference
Born in '71 here. I remember basically all of this stuff. Nearly every school year someone got their arm broken on the school playground from jumping off the swings or other playground equipment. As for Sophie not going past the end of the street till she was 11 or 12, by the time I was 12, when mom and dad went to town to do grocery shopping, I would sneak dad's truck out and drive it up and down the road we lived on. I would put a block of wood in front of the tire before I moved it so I could park it in the same spot so they wouldn't know it had been moved. We had so much fun. Kids back then were made of tougher stuff than kids these days, when they get emotionally scarred if you look at them wrong.
Graduated HS mid-70's, Dad was in the Air Force but my summers were filled at the Family Farm in South-Central Rural Kentucky, I too would drive all kinds of vehicles way under-aged, which actually was tolerated by most, even cops occasionally, as long as you didn't get Stupid or get caught in the families good vehicles, but being younger teenagers we were of course very stupid, couldn't be helped.
I broke my arm in kindergarten and again in first grade fighting on the monkey bars 😆We were relatively unsupervised which is crazy . The second time the teacher didn't believe me when I told her I'd just broken my arm and made me finish the school day without even seeing the nurse , I remember holding my arm in place so it didn't hurt so bad . She was horrified the next day to see my cast .
This so reminds me of the 80s movie License to Drive.
I'm glad you guys reacted to this! I have watched that channel before and they have some great content.
My favorite thing in Michigan was making tunnels in the front yard through the snow. Snow tunnels. Dangerous fun. And yes, more than few tunnel collapses. But that was SO FUN😮
I played on the swinging rings in grammar school (was about 8 yrs old) and broke open a huge blister on the palm of my hand one day. My hands were really dirty, too, from playing.
I went to the nurse’s office for a band-aid, but she was out. The janitor was there and he said here, just wash your hands with soap and it’ll be fine. He proceeded to show me to wash my hands (flat together) and scrub them clean. I remembered it stung, but thanked him for the help and I went on my way!