LizzieMaine
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LizzieMaine,
You must have missed a lot of the seventies. I lived in Washington and remember government officials lamenting how dope was being smoked in almost every building in the city, Pentagon, Capitol, museums, you name it. It was everywhere. To this day I wonder how far it went.
We didn't have the sixties or the seventies here. I never saw a hippie until 1975, and he was an oddity, not a role model. None of the kids I associated with in school ever used any kind of drugs: we knew who the potheads and the glue-sniffers were, and they were, to say the least, not respected by anyone. Most of them were dropouts, no-accounts, and shiftless bums, and most of them grew up to be adult dropouts, no-accounts, and shiftless bums. Every now and then I'll pick up the paper and see that another one has dropped dead or been beaten to death in a brawl or been arrested for something, and I'll think, "gee, what a surprise."
I was raised in a family where alcohol didn't exist, let alone illegal drugs -- not because we were holier-than-thou, but because *it just wasn't done.* I never touched a drop of alcohol until I was 25, and even now I don't particularly like it. I'll have a beer occasionally, but never more than one, and I'd rather have a Coca-Cola any day. I've never touched any of the rest of it, because nobody has ever given me any reason to think that I should. And I know that if I ever even considered it, my grandmother would reach down from the hereafter and whack me into the Great Beyond with her Eternal Yardstick.
Call it hardline and out of date, but teaching a kid that drugs and alcohol abuse *aren't* an "alternative lifestyle" to be experimented with, but a deviation that can lead to an unhappy life and an early grave, can and does make a difference.