Why 70s Kids Are The Strongest Generation
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Published 2024-03-05
My channel & my comedy are all about laughing at life. Hit subscribe to keep the fun going! Here you will find standup comedy, storytelling, voiceovers, and random stuff that makes me laugh. My comedy material is about parenting, marriage, relationships, family, aging "gracefully" and the humor of everyday life. I'm also a Southern girl who married a Yankee and moved to Maine, so you will probably see stuff about how cold I am and how much I miss the Waffle House. I work as a clean comic on stage, so I try to do the same with my channel.
I was raised in the 1970s and went to school in the 1980s, so expect some humorous nostalgic trips to the past for Over 50 Gen X, Gen Jones and Baby Boomers. And because I am a very proud alum of the University of Georgia who was born and raised in Athens, you will definitely see some videos about the Georgia Bulldogs (Go Dawgs!).
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Karen
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Hey y'all! Thanks so very much for all of your great comments!! đ„°đ„°đ„° I do all of my own social media while I travel for shows, so please forgive me if I can't like or reply to all of them. But I would love to thank each of you individually if I could. We are strong people & we were so lucky to grow up when we did. If you don't already, please subscribe to my channel as it helps more of us see my videos to remember how lucky we were. Y'all rock! :face-orange-tv-shape:
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Go outside and play, donât come back until the streetlights come on !
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Can we get a shout out to the metal merry go round that went 30mph and threw kids everywhere đ
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Remember how exciting it was when the wall phone rang and we had no idea who was calling?
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Weâre the last ones who could beat the tar out of each other without going to jail.
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âStop crying or Iâll give you something to cry about!â
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From our point of view, it wasnât neglect that we lived through. It was glorious freedom.
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I remember walking to the corner store and buying a pack of cigs for Mom. As long as I had a note from Mom, it was legal.
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Free Range kids! I was one too... No curfew, no bike helmets, baby oil laying out at the beach all summer! Great timesâ€
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Safety? Heck, Evil Kneivel was our idol!
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Remember you could love John Denver, The Carpenters and Led Zeppelin at the same time?
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Our parents neighbors watched out for you, but were ready to squeal on you to keep you safe! Lol đ
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We were neglected but not coddled. That is the key. We had to entertain ourselves, and we better NOT do anything that made the teacher call home. I could run wild all Saturday and summer, but I better be in the door at 5pm sharp for supper or I would not get any. My friendâs father would whistle so the whole neighborhood could hear and all the children would stop talking mid sentence and all the kids and dogs would start running home.
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The stainless steel slides that were 30 feet long and 2000 degrees đđđ
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I grew up in the years when summer vacation for kids was really free time. You went outside as soon as you finished breakfast and you came back in for dinner. We roamed every single inch of the countryside around us and no one EVER worried about a neighbor shooting you because you walked through their yard.
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The latch-key kids! The generation that raised themselves!
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Generation X latchkey child of divorce here, born in Canada in â74. Prank calls were my specialty. đ Man we had fun with those. I even recorded the calls. I was a pro at recording radio music onto cassette tapes too. Backyard tent sleepovers, running through the sprinkler and slumber parties, tobogganing, snow forts and ice skating on frozen ponds, dewberry perfume from the body shop, watching MuchMusic videos on the tube, ghetto blasters, rollerskating and watching breakdancing, tretorn sneakers and parachute pants (lol) big 80âs hair with enough hairspray for 12 people, atari and calico vision, miss pacman and donkey kong, wagon wheel cookies and fizz candy, running the streets all day and night until the streetlights came on, road hockey, backyard water slides, swimming and fun beach trips, amusement parks, halloween nights where you filled an entire pillowcase and nobody was offended by blackface. đ Home for hours alone after school before the parents came home, going to the mall every week with my allowance to buy the latest vinyl record or cassette tape, roaming through cornfields and eating cow corn, drinking water from the hose, bikes with banana seats, ring suckers, the beginnings of lifelong friendships, egg shampoo, cabbage patch dolls, forest forts, nicky-nicky-nine-doors, tag and apartment-building-hide-and-seek, rock concerts and hot preppy boys. Man, those were the days, werenât they? Wish I could go back and just live there forever. Maybe thatâs what heaven will be like someday. I pity the kids today who are living second-rate childhoods. I feel so blessed to have experienced it all. Proud generation X-er forever. âïž
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Proud Gen-Xer here that grew up feral and wouldn't want it any other way.
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I was raised by parents who believed in benevolent neglect. "Oh good, you are still alive. Have dinner."
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1959 here. In hindsight, the â70âs were a magic time. Music, puberty, freedom, future and family. All of it gone now, except the music that will live on for a LONG time. Even my 30 something kids love the music.
