Post 5.4.3.2 on Twosday at 2:22 on 2/22/22.
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There are billions of people and a version of normal to go along with each one of them. No two versions are exactly the same. There will be hundreds of thousands of little things that make up your version of normal. With any luck you can find people that have close to the same idea of what normal is that you do. These are your friends. Anyone else you try to tolerate as best you can. .... The exact definition of normal depends on who's running the asylum.
8 comments:
The five things video is brilliant. I think one of the reasons my and earlier generations were so successful is that we learned from the experience of doing so many things that kids nowadays are told are unsafe and need to be protected from.
Listening to Phlash Phelps this past week, I heard a good idea. If you have a 1st grader, have them write down some things about their life and family and seal it up. When they are Seniors, on 03/03/33, have them open it. Ha ha, no way I could go 11 years without losing that.
I've got my celebration plans made for "Twos"day. Do you?
2 Y's U R,
2 Y's U B.
I C U R
2 Y's 4 ME!
Bill - I feel like buying some M80s and blowing some things up.
Simmons - 11 years or 11 minutes. Gone.
Kathy - Well, at 2:22 AM my neighbors didn't call the police fast enough on my pot banging so I ducked that one. But 2:22 PM is coming up!
Deb - I like it! You'll see it again in Saturday jokes with more.
I had a pocketknife as a kid but can't recall what I ever used it for. I think I just maybe looked at the blade go up and down.
I tell you what's really changed since when I was a kid: playgrounds. Unlike today where it's straw or sand or whatever, hard pavement lay beneath a playground. You fell off a swing or monkey bars or slide, you theoretically could really hurt yourself. Yet I can't remember it ever happening. It's as if some invisible angels came with that hard pavement.
When I was a kid, we all loved stoking the burning bin at the end of the garden where we burned all the rubbish each week. Later, I taught my kids how to do the same in the backyard barbecue fire, which was a fire pit with a grill on top.
My younger brother, at age eight way back in the sixties, learned the hard way how NOT to play with fire when he and a neighbour boy tried to learn to smoke cigarettes in the hay shed.
Kirk - Somebody was watching over us.
River - That was the one thing I really liked about Boy Scouts. The fire at night.
So did the hay shed disappear?
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