when I was growing up, I had a drug problem---
just not exactly the one you may be thinking of though......
The other day, someone at a store here in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the one of the adjoining counties here and he asked me one of those rhetorical questions,
''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?''
I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to weddings and funerals.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior, in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place. God bless the parents who drugged us!
what a big difference from then to now.....