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This was sent to us by one of our classmates, thanks for sharing the thought.

Paul Harvey:
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister.
And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

Another from a classmate-

The GOOD OLE DAYS - MEMORIES OF THE 50s

A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street, a mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone, and no need for recording things, someone was always home.

We only had a living room where we would congregate, unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine, when meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two, but always there was one of them with something worth the view.

For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip, and if you wanted flavor there was Lipton's onion dip.

Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook, and nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book.

The snacks were even healthy with the best ingredients, no labels with a hundred things that make not a bit of sense.

Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play, we all did things together -- even go to church to pray.

When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather, no one stayed at home because we liked to be together.

Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own, but we knew where the others were without our own cell phone.

Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star, and nothing can compare to watching movies in your car.

Then there was the picnics at the peak of the summer season; pack a lunch, find some trees and never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know; have real action playing ball -- and no game video.

Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend, and didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend the way that he took care of you or what he had to do, because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you.

Remember going to the store and shopping casually, and when you went to pay for it you used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount, remember when the cashier person had to really count?

Remember when we breathed the air; it smelled so fresh and clean, and chemicals were not used on the grass to keep it green.

The milkman used to go from door to door, and it was just a few cents more than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door, without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store.

The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it was sent; there were not loads of mail addressed to "present occupant."

Remember when the words "I do" meant that you really did, and not just temporarily 'til someone blows their lid.

T'was no such thing as "no one's fault; we just made a mistake," there was a time when married life was built on give and take.

There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take, and you would know the kind of car, the model and the make.

They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile; they were streamlined, white walls, fins, and really had some style.

The music that you played whenever you would jive, was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five.

The record player had a post to keep them all in line, and then the records would drop down and play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today, and always we were striving, trying for a better way.

And every year that passed us by brought new and greater things, we now can even program phones with music or with rings.

Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun, how can you explain a game, just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes, and for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways, I love the new technology but I sure miss those days.

So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same, but I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.