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<P><BR>I think you guys will like this. Frank</P>
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<DIV></DIV>> If you're over the age of 25 you will enjoy this....
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<DIV></DIV>> "When I was a kid adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious
<DIV></DIV>> diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what
<DIV></DIV>> with
<DIV></DIV>> walking twenty-five miles to school every morning uphill both ways
<DIV></DIV>> through
<DIV></DIV>> year 'round blizzards carrying their younger siblings on their backs
<DIV></DIV>> too
<DIV></DIV>> their one-room schoolhouse where they maintained a Straight-A average
<DIV></DIV>> despite their full-time after-school job at the local textile mill
<DIV></DIV>> where
<DIV></DIV>> they worked for 35 cents an hour just to help keep their family from
<DIV></DIV>> starving to death.
<DIV></DIV>>
<DIV></DIV>> And I remember promising myself that when I grew up there was no way
<DIV></DIV>> in
<DIV></DIV>> hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how
<DIV></DIV>> hard I
<DIV></DIV>> had it and how easy they've got it. But I can't help but look around
<DIV></DIV>> and
<DIV></DIV>> notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy. I mean, compared to
<DIV></DIV>> my
<DIV></DIV>> childhood, you live in a freaking Utopia. And I hate to say it but you
<DIV></DIV>> kids
<DIV></DIV>> today you don't know how good you've got it.
<DIV></DIV>>
<DIV></DIV>> I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet--we wanted to
<DIV></DIV>> know
<DIV></DIV>> something, we had to go to the library and look it up ourselves.
<DIV></DIV>> And there was no email. We had to actually write somebody a
<DIV></DIV>> letter--with a
<DIV></DIV>> pen. And then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it
<DIV></DIV>> in
<DIV></DIV>> the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there. And there were
<DIV></DIV>> no
<DIV></DIV>> MP3s or Napsters. You wanted to steal music, you had to go to the
<DIV></DIV>> record
<DIV></DIV>> store and shop lift it yourself. Or we had to wait around all day to
<DIV></DIV>> tape it
<DIV></DIV>> off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and screw it
<DIV></DIV>> all
<DIV></DIV>> up.
<DIV></DIV>>
<DIV></DIV>> We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting. If you were on the phone
<DIV></DIV>> and
<DIV></DIV>> somebody else called they got a busy signal. And we didn't have fancy
<DIV></DIV>> Caller
<DIV></DIV>> ID Boxes either. When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was it
<DIV></DIV>> could be
<DIV></DIV>> your boss, your mom, a collections agent, your drug dealer, you didn't
<DIV></DIV>> know... You just had to pick it up and take your chances, mister.
<DIV></DIV>>
<DIV></DIV>> And we didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation videogames with
<DIV></DIV>> high-resolution 3-D graphics. We had the Atari 2600. With games like
<DIV></DIV>> "Space
<DIV></DIV>> Invaders" and "Asteroids" and the graphics sucked. Your guy was a
<DIV></DIV>> little
<DIV></DIV>> square. You had to use your imagination. And there were no multiple
<DIV></DIV>> levels
<DIV></DIV>> or screens, it was just one screen forever. And you could never win,
<DIV></DIV>> the
<DIV></DIV>> game just kept getting harder and faster until you died. Just like
<DIV></DIV>> LIFE.
<DIV></DIV>>
<DIV></DIV>> When you went to the movie theatre there no such thing as stadium
<DIV></DIV>> seating.
<DIV></DIV>> All the seats were the same height. A tall guy sat in front of you, you
<DIV></DIV>> were
<DIV></DIV>> screwed. And sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only
<DIV></DIV>> like
<DIV></DIV>> 20 channels and there was no onscreen menu. You had to use a little
<DIV></DIV>> book
<DIV></DIV>> called a TV Guide to find out what was on. And there was no Cartoon
<DIV></DIV>> Network.
<DIV></DIV>> You could only get cartoons on Saturday morning...D'ya hear what I'm
<DIV></DIV>> saying?. We had to wait ALL WEEK, you spoiled little brats. That's
<DIV></DIV>> exactly
<DIV></DIV>> what I'm talking about. You kids today have got it too easy. You're
<DIV></DIV>> spoiled,
<DIV></DIV>> I swear to God.. You guys wouldn't last five minutes back in 1985."
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