The other day an old friend asked me a rhetorical question:
‘Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?’
I replied that I did have a drug problem when I was young:
- I was drug to church on Sunday mornings.
- I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
- I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
- I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
- I was drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the priest, or if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything I did.
- I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.
- I was drug out to pull weeds in the garden and flower beds.
- I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drug experiences s are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today’s children had that kind of drug problem, our country would be a better place.
Thumbs up to all the parents who drugged us during our youth and taught us right from wrong.
I just came across some therapists thoughts about shame. I mostly think he is full of crap. He states that “When we feel shame, it’s about who we are and that shame comes from being taught that we are worthless.”
I believe a good dose of shame now and then builds character. We should be ashamed when we do something bad. When I was a kid if one my parents said they were ashamed of me, I understood it was for something I did, not who I was. If you are raised properly and know the difference between right and wrong, you should be ashamed of something you do that is really bad. The key, is to learn from it and not do it again.
Of course, praise is even more powerful, when earned. When you tell a child your are proud of them for some accomplishment, they will strive to please you by doing more things to get praise.
Lots of “Proud” and a little “Shame” now and then is a good thing.
Disneyland, Walt Disney’s metropolis of nostalgia, fantasy, and futurism, opened on July 17, 1955.
The $17 million theme park was built on 160 acres of former orange groves in Anaheim, California, and soon brought in staggering profits.
My first visit was the following year when I was 12 years old. My mother took my sister, who was then ten, and me to Disneyland. We even stayed at the Disneyland Hotel. It was one of the highlights of my life. The video below was taken that year and was restored, so the quality is quite good. This is the Disneyland that I first remember.
Many years later, I moved to Yorba Linda, which is fairly close to Anaheim, so we spent a lot of time there with our three daughters,
Over the years there have been many changes, including the addition of Disney California Adventure.
Today, Disneyland hosts more than 14 million visitors a year, who spend close to $3 billion.