#10. Hand-written Plagiarism: Back when I was in school, you couldn't just copy and paste straight from the internet. You had to do honest research before you could just rip the words right from the author's pages. It was easier to plagiarize if you had access to an encyclopedia, but if you wanted to steal from an actual book or peer-reviewed paper, you had to use the index. Do today's children even know what an index is? This generation will never appreciate how hard it used to be to cheat.


This, of course, assumes that you could actually find a piece of chalk that was long enough to write with. Then there were the teachers with long fingernails. Nothing gets the attention of a class like nails scraping a chalkboard. Be thankful for your white-boards children.
#7. The Konami Code: Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, Select, Start. When I first started playing video games, we could only do two things, one of which was always jump. The other was punch, kick, or shoot. That's it. The games were so hard, you had to put in a cheat code to beat most of them. Plus, if we got stuck, we couldn't hop online for tips. Now, controllers have more buttons than we have fingers and if a game is too hard, you can put it on easy. You kids have it too easy.

He refuses to watch "Live TV" now. If it's not pre-recorded, he's not watching. He doesn't know how good he has it. I've tried to explain to him before how his Momma and I had to watch commercials all the time when we were little and if we wanted to record something, we actually had to watch it while it was on. This brings me to my next point...

If that wasn't bad enough, we only had one chance to really watch cartoons--Saturday Mornings. Sure, if you got up early enough on a school day, you could catch half an episode of He-Man, but the really good shows came on the weekend.
Magically, it was easy to get up at 5:30 on those days and watch television until noon. With the wide availability of cartoons now, I can't see how they can be nearly as meaningful. To be fair, today's cartoons are more educational-based than the sword-wielding, muscular-Swede based toons of my younger days.
#4. High-Speed Danger: Some of my favorite memories are those ones were my sister and I sat in the bed of Dad's truck, bouncing off the side walls as he zoomed down the highway at 60 miles an hour. Thanks to the gub'ment, there are now laws in place that make this favorite pastime highly frowned upon. Some even go so far as to call it illegal. Next thing you know, they'll be requiring kids to wear helmets and knee pads when they ride bikes. Ridiculous!

When we were kids, our parents knew exactly how well we were doing. If you brought home A's and B's you'd get something nice. C's meant you got a strict talking-to and D's and F's, well, let's just say if you brought one home, it would probably be the last time you did so. Now, all I know is that my son is either doing the work they expect of him or he's trying to do it. Very helpful.

It may also be the source of breaking up a marriage. See, we also used to call "900" numbers and try various 16-digit combinations. I remember one day it actually worked. We must have stayed on that phone for thirty minutes. I fear that some husband out there had to explain a 30-minute phone call to his wife. Now, kids can get online and do all kinds of weird crap for free. Where's the fun in that?

When we were kids, we had limited options. We couldn't download music instantly, we had to go to stores and purchase audio-cassette tapes--all of this under the eyes of censoring parents. You didn't get to buy any quality music until you could drive to the store yourself.
It wasn't as easy to share music either. You couldn't just touch your phones together and swap playlists. You had to playback the tape and record it onto another tape. This leaves what is called a generational gap between the original tape and the recorded tape. Much like generational gaps of today, the later generation wasn't anywhere near as good in quality.
Of course, I guess it doesn't do any good to complain about the next generation does it?
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