 The Next Wild
Bunch
To this modern
generation, growing up in West Texas a few years back looks hard. But
that is because our current "politically correct" generation would
have no idea how much fun life was, back in the days when boys were allowed to
be boys... building campfires (don't touch matches)....
 hunting (don't even draw a picture of a gun).... riding horses
(stay away from those animals)....and getting dirty playing outside before
television. And what man is
it from my generation who can't remember mumbly-peg, cowboy's
& indians, skinny-dipping in a creek, or your first .22 cal. rifle to
plink.
What a hoot life was in
those days! Can you imagine today's "modern" mother whose boy comes
home with a busted lip, bloody nose and skinned knuckles? But in
those days if you had a problem with the boys in town you solved it with a
trip out behind the barn; not letting a minor problem build until
it was settled with a gun in a drive-by shooting.
Schools taught reading,
writing, math, science and history. By the time you were eight you
knew all about the founders of our country, by twelve you knew how to
salute the flag, pledge allegiance and how the President was
elected. But you also knew how to say your prayers, respect
your elders, open doors for a lady, not to talk in Church, spit on the floor or
come to the supper table without washing your hands.
It was not un-expected
that you grew up wanting to be a regular family man just like your father, and
grand-father before him. You expected to marry and stay married until
you were buried beside the woman you had loved and cared for all your
years. But it was not always true; for there were those
times when you were a boy you dreamed of just being a
"cowboy"..........
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