Hahahaha this dude has some great content. Amazing we didn't die. Seriously.

Steering while dad worked the pedals was a regular thing. Riding in the backwards facing seat in the wagon with no seat belts. Riding in the bed of a pickup truck on the freeway.

Playing cards in the back window thing.

Being 6 years old and riding your bike down the street from your house and having a man with a mustach pulling over to ask you, a 6 year old directions, telling you he can't here you that you should come closer ... then remember the TV commercials you warning you about this kind of thing before you peddle your bike harder than you ever have and making it home safely.

Yup. We were taught that crap. I remember.

Thank God tho.

I love how Gen X keeps taking credit for what boomers did. We would get dropped off at a public pool from the time it opened at 9 till it close at 6. We were given $1 for food all day. My brother and I would trash can dive for food.

I'm 57 and did it too...of course I was the youngest brother so....

I know a lot of Gen X did what we did, but they keep taking credit for what someone else did first.

I only recall my memories...not my brother's lol.

Me too.

Well, hold my beer. My parents would pack my three brothers and I (ages 7 to 12) up in the back of a pickup with our bikes once a week and drive us 10 miles away to the closest town (not my little sister). Drop us off in the morning with a stack of newspapers to deliver and then drive home. We would deliver papers to all of the houses in town all day and then ride our bikes home after we finished. Of course, we sometimes brought our tennis rackets or fishing poles to hit the town park after work. This usually meant riding back in the dark down the highway. We were all tweeners. My older brother and I being boomers and the two younger boys being Genx. Nobody died.

Paper routes. Hahahaha I forgot all about those. Nice memory!!

Every day when I got home from school I heard 2 words: Go Outside!

Yup. Followed by "or I can give you something to do"

5 girls, ages 7 to 16, back of a pickup on the freeway, 55 mph for half and hour one way to go swimming. We all froze on the ride home. The parents were safe in the cab.

Truth....

I sold Girl Scout cookies in 6 neighborhoods on foot after school and my Mom never even knew what I was doing, until I sold thousands of cookies we had to distribute, God saved me from so many weird people, but I know I can figure it out and it is because I had to

Yup.

Mom sent me to the store around the block to buy cigarettes when I was 5.

I was 5 in 1973, in kindergarten, and I can remember having a job to walk a YOUNGER kid home from nursery school two days a week.

Hahaha crazy huh? No one thought that was weird.....

Mom dropped us off at pool for a few hours at 5 & 7 years old. She'd give us .50 cents, .10 for the locker, the rest for a snack.

Yup. Have fun. See you later. Boom. Gone.

My grandson is 18 years old he never answers his phone he only texts he doesn't even read my text till weeks later and I might get a reply three months later unbelievable these kids

Wow. Crazy

I didn't drive on dad's lap, but I flew a corporate jet from his lap. Gen X here!

Holy crap. Awesomeness!

Dropped at mountain base with peanut butter/jelly sandwiches & water. Picked up early evening. We gave each other Indian names unique to the trip. I was “She who falls in creek” for an entire day. We did the 6ers for the patch and added Marcy (HARDEST/weekend trip) No adults.

Yup. I remember getting dropped off at parks

I was 10 watching my 7 and 4 year olds siblings. I was 10, in charge of a house, making lunch or dinner and washing dishes and laundry. I was an old lady at 10. 😂both parents worked and I kept my brother and sister alive. Those were crazy times.

How about this:: My dad would drive me &him to Illinois. Dry in Iowa on Sunday. I was 10. He shoot Whiskey . I would drive cause he was to wasted

Hahaha yup. Sounds like my childhood.

"Don't come back before dinner." "Find something to do before I find you something to do." "The hose is on." "Can't you ride your bike?"

That first one....everyone remembers 😆😆

I would walk to the corner store a mile away with a $20 bill. I'd get two cartons of cigarettes for my parents and gum for me and walk home with it. Probably 10-12 years old.

Dad picking the kids up with no room in his truck so rest of us sat in the back along with many other kids wanting a ride home.

Yup!!!

I learned to drive at 9 years old. Not an automatic but a manual. I have no idea why my dad thought it was a good idea to teach a 9 year old how to drive. But that was parents in the 70’s

i was dads beer supplier when i was a kid every time he wanted one he would yell for a barley pop. i grab it open it and i got 1 sip. no i'm not an alchoholic.

Of course we all skimmed.

Everyone forgot the “go outside- in or out& if you’re bored I’ll give you something to do-we were feral. I’d walk to a creek to go fishing & somehow could hear my mother when she’d open the door & yell our names & somehow we heard-no idea how, but we heard mom & knew we best run

Agreed. Street light alarm clocks.

Dropped off at ‘the ranch’ alone at age 11 to ride my horse over miles and miles of practically deserted California foothills. Called for a ride home at dark. No sissy water bottle or lunch provided…foraged for berries/drank river water. Competitive trail riding by age 12. 👍

That's what I'm talking about....

Now just imagine how the gen X parents were raised.

I lived in Portland Oregon in the third grade in 1976. My Mom would give me her bus pass to use on the weekends. I would just ride buses all over to explore. No cell phone, no way to contact me.

Wow. Never heard of that...busses wern't big in Houston. In 5th grade, I was the crossing guard for a very busy street...lol.

I used to walk myself to the dentist office and that was when I was like probably seven years old…. Maybe eight…. I’d go to the YMCA by myself and walk there… my mom would send me to the store to buy her cigarettes with a note

Riding in the back of the truck (pickup)

My dad was in the Air Force in Panama in 1977. I was 7, my brother 9. We'd ride our bikes the 3 miles from our house to the pool or the movie theater. And we took the back abandoned roads through the jungles to get there. We also played for hours, unsupervised, in the jungles.

Oh yeah. Jungle rats. Me too. Loved shooting each other with bb guns in full camo....

3rd grade, school was only 8 blocks away, but I walked to & from every day while both parents worked. Wore a key around my neck for the front door and would make myself tuna fish sandwiches or PB & J. I was the youngest. House to myself- Life was good.

Buying Cigarettes with a note.

I got dropped off at the Iowa State Fair at age 11 with my BFF in the morning and got picked up at 11pm. No phones. Only cash. Two kids on the loose amongst thousands of strangers.

Gen X had the benefit of growing up at a time where asylums meant containment. Now it’s a reference to roving groups of sub Saharans.

We were the last generation to truly taste freedom

6 years old walking 5 blocks to 7-11, crossing 2 busy streets with a note from mom for the clerk to sell me a pack of pall mall cigarettes. 🤔

We are Legends! Best childhood ever!