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Reasons Children of the 1970s Should All Be Dead (1 Viewer)

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I'm sure like me, many of you grew up in the 1970s. It is surprising to read stuff like this article and wonder how we survived childhood.

8 Reasons Children of the 1970s Should All Be DeadBy Yeoman Lowbrow on 9 June 2014

The way things are going, every kid is going to go to school wearing bubble wrap and a helmet. Back in the 1970s (and earlier), parents didn’t stress about our health and safety as much as they do today. It’s not that they cared less – they just didn’t worry compulsively about it.

Parents of 2014 need to be reminded of how less restricted, less supervised, less obsessively safety-conscious things were… and it was just fine.

1. JARTS: IMPALING ARROWS OF DEATHCan your mind comprehend a more deadly toy than a weighted spear that kids hurl through the air like a missile? No one ever obeyed the actual manufacturer’s rules, we just flung these damn things everywhere. We threw them. They stuck where they landed. If they happened to land in your skull, well, then you should have moved.

After roughly 6,700 emergency-room visits and the deaths of three children between 1978 and 1988, they finally outlawed Jarts on December 19, 1988. I suppose it needed to be banned, but a part of me is sad that kids today won’t have the battle scars and Jart survival stories we had. Goodbye Jart – you were an impaling arrow of death, but I loved you anyway.

2. LOST AND NOT FOUND: SEAT BELTSCars came with seat belts in the 1970s, but no one used them except maybe out of curiosity to see what it was like to wear one. Of course, you’d have to fish them out of the deep crevice of the backseat cushion where they often came to rest, unwanted and ignored.

The only “click” heard in the 1970s automobile was your dad’s Bic lighting up a smoke with the windows rolled up. (cough!)

I should also mention that, not only were there no seat belts, child seats were nowhere to be found. Whether it was the front seat of your mom’s station wagon or her bicycle, chances are, you were entirely untethered.

3. SEMI-LETHAL PLAYGROUNDS OF HOT METALRemember when playgrounds were fun? Sure, there was a pretty good chance you’d be scalded by a hot metal slide, or walk away with tetanus, but that’s what memories are made of.

The ground wasn’t coated with soft recycled rubber or sand as most are today – they were asphalt. Remember being hurled from a spinning merry-go-round, then skidding across the gravel at full speed? Good times.

I remember my school playground had a metal ladder “wall” that I swear went up three stories – it didn’t connect to a slide or anything. It was literally a ladder to the sky. I remember fully believing the oxygen was thinner at the top. One false move and I’d have been a flesh colored stain on the asphalt.

According to the New York Times we are making playgrounds so safe that they actually stunt our kids’ development. So, while blood was spilt and concussions were dealt on the playgrounds of the 1970s, we were at least in a developmentally rich environment – and we had the bruises and scabs to prove it.

4. PRECIOUS LITTLE SUN PROTECTION

Back in the 70s, your goal was to get as brown as your skin would permit. Sun BLOCK or sun SCREEN was basically nonexistent. You wanted to AMPLIFY your rays, so women typically lathered on Crisco and baby oil to get that deep baked look.

“Tanfastic lets the sunshine in. It’s not loaded up with sunburn protection like old folks and kids want. Tanfastic’s for you 15-to-25 year olds who can take the sun. Especially if you want to get superdark. Superfast.”

For the kids, SPF numbers hovered around 2, 4 and 8. The idea that you would spray an SPF of 50 or even 30 wasn’t even an option, except perhaps from medical ointments prescribed for albinos.

5. HELMETS: FOR THOSE WITH MEDICAL CONDITIONS ONLYWhether you were riding a bike, roller skating, or skateboarding, one thing was for certain: you were not wearing a head protection. You would have been looked at as a sideshow freak by other kids, and parents would assume you had some kind of medical condition.

6. IGNORED AND UNATTENDED ON THE REGULARHey, who’s watching the kid in the stroller? YOU MUST HAVE YOUR EYES ON THE KID AT ALL TIMES OR ELSE HE WILL DIE!

My mother routinely left me alone in the car at a young age while she ran errands. Today, this will literally get you arrested. You see, once upon a time it was okay to leave your kids for long periods without supervision (remember the so-called “latch-key kids” of the 70s?), or let them free roam without constant surveillance. Today, parents won’t let their kids go out to get the mail alone, and any fun with friends has to be scheduled, closely monitored “play dates”.

On summer break or weekends in the 1970s, parents kicked their kids out the front door and didn’t let them back in until the sun went down. “Go play,” were their only words, and you were left to your own devices for hours upon hours. Neighborhoods looked like Lord of the Flies.

7. ROUTINELY ALLOWED TO GET SERIOUSLY HURTThis poor kid is about to get rammed in the nuts by a goat, and the nearby adult isn’t the least bit concerned. In fact, he finds this all incredibly amusing! As hard as this is to believe, but when kids got hurt back then, adults didn’t come running with first-aid kits. More than likely you’d be left alone with your pain, with no alternative but to get over it.

In the 70s, parents watched their offspring fall from trees and fall off bikes with a smile.

8. SECONDHAND SMOKE EVERYWHEREFrom airplanes to your family car, it seemed the world of the 70s was shrouded in a haze of cigarette smoke. It wasn’t just the fact that many more people smoked, it was the absolute 100% lack of concern for those that didn’t, including children. Teachers smoked, doctors smoked, your parents smoked…. and they didn’t take it to a secluded smoking area, they did it right in your face.

Please don’t interpret this as condoning it. There’s no question that engulfing your child in a thick carcinogenic cloud isn’t a good idea. I’m just stating facts – this is the world we lived in. It was full of adults who didn’t seem to have anxiety attacks over our safety, and we turned out just fine…. right?
With Seat Belts, I remember riding to the pool in my neighbor's Suburban (They had 6 kids) with a dozen kids and 2 of us playing 'football' with a 'pixie' football. (Small rubber football maybe a little larger than a soda can - think I have the name right).

Any others?

 
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My mom never knew where I was during the summer. I'd wake up early for swim team, then go to a friend's house and play until dinnertime. I wouldn't even see my family until 5:30. I can't imagine anything like that today, though I think I had more fun as a kid than my kids do now. Kind of sad, really.

 
On summer break or weekends in the 1970s, parents kicked their kids out the front door and didn’t let them back in until the sun went down. “Go play,” were their only words, and you were left to your own devices for hours upon hours. Neighborhoods looked like Lord of the Flies.

This was us. Those days were so awesome.

 
the mid to late 70's growing up in southern california was pretty cool. It was a good time to be a kid....

 
I think except for Jarts*, these are more like "kids everywhere, through all of time" before cable TV exploded and began selling horror stories for fun and profit.

* - Instead of Jarts, we older chumps just chucked rocks and crabapples at each other.

 
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I grew up in the 80's and remember that summer days consisted of riding around town on a bike with friends, no helmets, and our parents having no idea where we were headed.

That said, I knew someone that grew up in the 70's and died very painfully of melanoma, so I would say we all turned out fine.

 
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I was into pocket knives. Hacked fingers down to the bone on several occasions, just being careless. There was lots of blood, but it would probably take hours to bleed out from a severed finger. Oh, one time I was kidnapped.

 
My mom never knew where I was during the summer. I'd wake up early for swim team, then go to a friend's house and play until dinnertime. I wouldn't even see my family until 5:30. I can't imagine anything like that today, though I think I had more fun as a kid than my kids do now. Kind of sad, really.
yeah... this is pretty accurate... did a lot of the same and now it doesn't seem ok

weird how times change... the dark side of cell phones and constant contact.

 
lead paint is another. i remember seeing teeth marks on a lead paint window sill we had when i was a kid. Im assuming they were from a younger me. Now its a hazmat site.

 
On summer break or weekends in the 1970s, parents kicked their kids out the front door and didn’t let them back in until the sun went down. “Go play,” were their only words, and you were left to your own devices for hours upon hours. Neighborhoods looked like Lord of the Flies.

This was us. Those days were so awesome.
Yep out the door after breakfast. Hit a few dumpsters for bottles so we could get cash. Gone until sundown.

 
The worst part is in reality child abductions and such are really not any worse than back in my day. It just gets reported more. The numbers are actually pretty static. This whole idea that the average neighborhood in America is unsafe for kids to roam unsupervised has little basis in fact.

 
Playing war in the streets with toy guns that looked real. I remember leaving one in my dad's car. A cop rang the bell and when I looked out the window after my dad went down, he was being frisked. I was pretty scared but thankfully he was laughing when he came back upstairs.

 
I really don't have a problem with much on this list. Seems like mostly improvements to me. As for kids today, perhaps my son and his friends are in a time warp but they routinely go out on their bikes and are not seen or heard from hours until one of us meddling parents call a cell phone to tell them it's lunch/dinner time. Seems like old times to me.

 
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Playing war in the streets with toy guns that looked real. I remember leaving one in my dad's car. A cop rang the bell and when I looked out the window after my dad went down, he was being frisked. I was pretty scared but thankfully he was laughing when he came back upstairs.
We used to play football in the street. It was supposed to be touch but you know how that ends up. Someone always got some road rash before it was done.

 
Yes, I grew up in the '70s and remember so much of this list! Particularly 5 thru 8. I admit I'm guilty of being in constant contact with my kids thru texting. Hard to imagine just letting them go for 10 hours at a time not knowing what's going on. But its how I grew up.

Regarding #7 (getting hurt): I was at minor league ball game recently and a foul ball hit a kid in the arm. The kid was in the concourse when the ball him, so he was a good couple hundred feet away. Hit him in the arm, and the mother freaked the F out! Screaming. I said to the guy behind me, well there's a kid who will never be allowed to play baseball. Go rub some dirt on it kid. You might have thought the boy lost an arm by the reaction. SMH.

 
After my dad died, I found our old set of jarts, complete and intact, along with the spare flights.
I've still got mine tucked up out of reach of the kids! :cool:

All this rings true. I was a military brat so we had some serious bb wars--used to have two groups try and take over an open field every couple weekends from treelines on opposite sides. Actually started as an imprompty thing between neighborhoods and randomly picked up whenever we all met.

That was the same place where we had jousting tournaments on bicycles.

Seat Belts? My Dad laughed at me when I told him we were supposed to put them on: "Who cares--you'll get the ticket, not me!"

Swing sets on concrete--and those were big sets because they could be anchored really well! Got knocked out by one I didn't see coming.

Used to wander around Underground Atlanta before it was build up, a sandwich shop, saloon, and street people living there over winter.

Hawaiian Tropic came out while I was a beach lifeguard. The vendor used to park one on my stand for advertisement because I turned so dark naturally.

I think we survived.

 
#2 or also sitting in the rear cargo area of the station wagon or covered back area of a pickup truck.

 
Playing war in the streets with toy guns that looked real. I remember leaving one in my dad's car. A cop rang the bell and when I looked out the window after my dad went down, he was being frisked. I was pretty scared but thankfully he was laughing when he came back upstairs.
We used to play football in the street. It was supposed to be touch but you know how that ends up. Someone always got some road rash before it was done.
yup, football in the summer and fall and hockey throughout the winter. It was just as Wayne's World depicted it-"CAR!" :)

 
Like most things, some have changed for the better and some for the worse. When I was 5 or 6, the playground in my neighborhood had a "slide fort". You climbed up a metal ladder through a hole up top onto a platform that had telescopes and stuff like a fort and slid down the slide. I tripped up top and fell head first down the hole, hitting my head on about four rungs of the metal ladder. A nice lady stopped my crying by giving me Tic Tacs.

I don't think its terrible that a playground would never have a slide like that anymore. It's a minor miracle I didn't end up sounding like BGP. I do think we've lost something about teaching kids street smarts by telling them to distrust all strangers. Most strangers are ready to help children, not hurt them. And it's not really that hard to tell the difference.

 
On summer break or weekends in the 1970s, parents kicked their kids out the front door and didn’t let them back in until the sun went down. “Go play,” were their only words, and you were left to your own devices for hours upon hours. Neighborhoods looked like Lord of the Flies.

This was us. Those days were so awesome.
Yep out the door after breakfast. Hit a few dumpsters for bottles so we could get cash. Gone until sundown.
Police Arrest Mom After Son, 7, Went to Park Alone

A Florida woman who let her 7-year-old son walk alone to a park has been charged with felony child neglect.Thirty-four-year old Nicole Gainey's son was en route Saturday to a park about a half-mile from his home when he stopped and sat at a nearby pool, according to an arrest affidavit. Lifeguards said they had seen the boy five previous times and one approached him to ask where his mother was.

Apparently spooked by the questioning, the boy fled, running across a six-lane road toward the park, where an officer found him and asked if he was allowed out alone often.

"Yes. She gives me the phone and tells me to go," the child told the officer, according to the report.

Police then arrived at Gainey's home, in Port St. Lucie, and she was arrested. Police say she told them her son went unsupervised to the park once or twice a week.

The Rutherford Institute, a Virginia-based civil liberties group, received calls about the incident from some who see it as an overreach by law enforcement. The group reached out to Gainey, who is now being represented by the organization's attorneys.

John Whitehead, the civil rights attorney who founded the institute, said that if officials were concerned about the boy's lack of supervision, a warning would have been sufficient. He said Gainey will not allow her boy to leave unattended again.

"She's a good mother, obviously," Whitehead said. "She wasn't a neglectful mother. She's scared and she's fighting."

A message left on Gainey's phone was not immediately returned.
After the story broke, I wouldn't be surprised if the charges were quickly and quietly dropped.

 
The worst part is in reality child abductions and such are really not any worse than back in my day. It just gets reported more. The numbers are actually pretty static. This whole idea that the average neighborhood in America is unsafe for kids to roam unsupervised has little basis in fact.
Still scares the bejeezus out of me NCC. I guess ignorance is bliss but it just seems like people are getting freakier as they try to one up each other for headlines. And I always remember when I raised white mice. Had a glorious multilevel cage, and they would breed and play until they reached a certain number (23) and then kill each other off, repeatedly--hit the tipping point, as it were. One reason I've remained a country boy.

 
Like most things, some have changed for the better and some for the worse. When I was 5 or 6, the playground in my neighborhood had a "slide fort". You climbed up a metal ladder through a hole up top onto a platform that had telescopes and stuff like a fort and slid down the slide. I tripped up top and fell head first down the hole, hitting my head on about four rungs of the metal ladder. A nice lady stopped my crying by giving me Tic Tacs.

I don't think its terrible that a playground would never have a slide like that anymore. It's a minor miracle I didn't end up sounding like BGP. I do think we've lost something about teaching kids street smarts by telling them to distrust all strangers. Most strangers are ready to help children, not hurt them. And it's not really that hard to tell the difference.
SO, you fell for the ol' "want some candy little boy?"

 
Sunscreen and helmets are a good idea.

The article seems to mix helicopter parenting paranoias with real child safety progress. I think that's unfortunate.

 
On summer break or weekends in the 1970s, parents kicked their kids out the front door and didn’t let them back in until the sun went down. “Go play,” were their only words, and you were left to your own devices for hours upon hours. Neighborhoods looked like Lord of the Flies.

This was us. Those days were so awesome.
Yep out the door after breakfast. Hit a few dumpsters for bottles so we could get cash. Gone until sundown.
Police Arrest Mom After Son, 7, Went to Park Alone

A Florida woman who let her 7-year-old son walk alone to a park has been charged with felony child neglect.Thirty-four-year old Nicole Gainey's son was en route Saturday to a park about a half-mile from his home when he stopped and sat at a nearby pool, according to an arrest affidavit. Lifeguards said they had seen the boy five previous times and one approached him to ask where his mother was.

Apparently spooked by the questioning, the boy fled, running across a six-lane road toward the park, where an officer found him and asked if he was allowed out alone often.

"Yes. She gives me the phone and tells me to go," the child told the officer, according to the report.

Police then arrived at Gainey's home, in Port St. Lucie, and she was arrested. Police say she told them her son went unsupervised to the park once or twice a week.

The Rutherford Institute, a Virginia-based civil liberties group, received calls about the incident from some who see it as an overreach by law enforcement. The group reached out to Gainey, who is now being represented by the organization's attorneys.

John Whitehead, the civil rights attorney who founded the institute, said that if officials were concerned about the boy's lack of supervision, a warning would have been sufficient. He said Gainey will not allow her boy to leave unattended again.

"She's a good mother, obviously," Whitehead said. "She wasn't a neglectful mother. She's scared and she's fighting."

A message left on Gainey's phone was not immediately returned.
After the story broke, I wouldn't be surprised if the charges were quickly and quietly dropped.
I was one of the original latchkey kids. I started staying home alone after school at 6 years old. My parents would have been in jail today.

 
The worst part is in reality child abductions and such are really not any worse than back in my day. It just gets reported more. The numbers are actually pretty static. This whole idea that the average neighborhood in America is unsafe for kids to roam unsupervised has little basis in fact.
Violent crimes are also less by percentage than they used to be also... but in a world of 24 hour media, blogs, twitter, etc.. you know here about any and all bad stories from across the nation giving people the perception that we live in more violent world than we actually do.

I didn't make this idea up... it was a Freakonomics thing.

I'm not suggesting caution and supervision aren't helpful... just that no matter how much you do there are bad beats and low percentage things that can happen to you out there but denying your child good experiences in an effort to be overly cautious probably are more a matter of perception than reality.

 
We played a lot with lawn darts. I never really thought of them as dangerous.

Of course, I wasn't really aware that idiots would chuck them at each other or just launch them straight up to "see what happens" either. Getting them in the hoop was fun, and the weaponization of them never occurred to me.

I don't think I was a very creative kid.

 
The worst part is in reality child abductions and such are really not any worse than back in my day. It just gets reported more. The numbers are actually pretty static. This whole idea that the average neighborhood in America is unsafe for kids to roam unsupervised has little basis in fact.
Still scares the bejeezus out of me NCC. I guess ignorance is bliss but it just seems like people are getting freakier as they try to one up each other for headlines. And I always remember when I raised white mice. Had a glorious multilevel cage, and they would breed and play until they reached a certain number (23) and then kill each other off, repeatedly--hit the tipping point, as it were. One reason I've remained a country boy.
I think people were just as freaky. I mean read enough history and you realize there is no new depravity under the sun. The difference is you didn't hear about it. Now with 24 hours to fill you hear about everything. With if it bleeds it leads as a mantra the world seems much scarier than it is in reality.

 
We played a lot with lawn darts. I never really thought of them as dangerous.

Of course, I wasn't really aware that idiots would chuck them at each other or just launch them straight up to "see what happens" either. Getting them in the hoop was fun, and the weaponization of them never occurred to me.

I don't think I was a very creative kid.
uh yeah, about that...my brothers and I and some of our friends would have jart throwing contests by throwing the jart over the house from front to back and seeing who could throw it further into the front yard, closest to the street wins. We were in our early teens. Usually a few of us stood in the front to watch the jarts fly overhead and the exciting thing was you never knew if one would come near you.

We were smrt.

 
On summer break or weekends in the 1970s, parents kicked their kids out the front door and didn’t let them back in until the sun went down. “Go play,” were their only words, and you were left to your own devices for hours upon hours. Neighborhoods looked like Lord of the Flies.

This was us. Those days were so awesome.
Yep out the door after breakfast. Hit a few dumpsters for bottles so we could get cash. Gone until sundown.
Police Arrest Mom After Son, 7, Went to Park Alone

A Florida woman who let her 7-year-old son walk alone to a park has been charged with felony child neglect.

Thirty-four-year old Nicole Gainey's son was en route Saturday to a park about a half-mile from his home when he stopped and sat at a nearby pool, according to an arrest affidavit. Lifeguards said they had seen the boy five previous times and one approached him to ask where his mother was.

Apparently spooked by the questioning, the boy fled, running across a six-lane road toward the park, where an officer found him and asked if he was allowed out alone often.

"Yes. She gives me the phone and tells me to go," the child told the officer, according to the report.

Police then arrived at Gainey's home, in Port St. Lucie, and she was arrested. Police say she told them her son went unsupervised to the park once or twice a week.

The Rutherford Institute, a Virginia-based civil liberties group, received calls about the incident from some who see it as an overreach by law enforcement. The group reached out to Gainey, who is now being represented by the organization's attorneys.

John Whitehead, the civil rights attorney who founded the institute, said that if officials were concerned about the boy's lack of supervision, a warning would have been sufficient. He said Gainey will not allow her boy to leave unattended again.

"She's a good mother, obviously," Whitehead said. "She wasn't a neglectful mother. She's scared and she's fighting."

A message left on Gainey's phone was not immediately returned.
After the story broke, I wouldn't be surprised if the charges were quickly and quietly dropped.
I walked back and forth to school every day at that age, about 3/4 mile each way. So did lots of other kids in the neighborhood.
 
On summer break or weekends in the 1970s, parents kicked their kids out the front door and didn’t let them back in until the sun went down. “Go play,” were their only words, and you were left to your own devices for hours upon hours. Neighborhoods looked like Lord of the Flies.

This was us. Those days were so awesome.
Yep out the door after breakfast. Hit a few dumpsters for bottles so we could get cash. Gone until sundown.
Police Arrest Mom After Son, 7, Went to Park Alone

A Florida woman who let her 7-year-old son walk alone to a park has been charged with felony child neglect.Thirty-four-year old Nicole Gainey's son was en route Saturday to a park about a half-mile from his home when he stopped and sat at a nearby pool, according to an arrest affidavit. Lifeguards said they had seen the boy five previous times and one approached him to ask where his mother was.

Apparently spooked by the questioning, the boy fled, running across a six-lane road toward the park, where an officer found him and asked if he was allowed out alone often.

"Yes. She gives me the phone and tells me to go," the child told the officer, according to the report.

Police then arrived at Gainey's home, in Port St. Lucie, and she was arrested. Police say she told them her son went unsupervised to the park once or twice a week.

The Rutherford Institute, a Virginia-based civil liberties group, received calls about the incident from some who see it as an overreach by law enforcement. The group reached out to Gainey, who is now being represented by the organization's attorneys.

John Whitehead, the civil rights attorney who founded the institute, said that if officials were concerned about the boy's lack of supervision, a warning would have been sufficient. He said Gainey will not allow her boy to leave unattended again.

"She's a good mother, obviously," Whitehead said. "She wasn't a neglectful mother. She's scared and she's fighting."

A message left on Gainey's phone was not immediately returned.
After the story broke, I wouldn't be surprised if the charges were quickly and quietly dropped.
I was one of the original latchkey kids. I started staying home alone after school at 6 years old. My parents would have been in jail today.
me to ncc....mom was a full time nurse and in school to get her RN. The sister and I raised each other. We would have entire afternoons and evenings alone at the house....mom wouldn't get home until after 10 pm sometimes.

this went on from the age of 5 until about 9....probably earlier but I don't remember much before school.

it did teach me to cook however.

 
On summer break or weekends in the 1970s, parents kicked their kids out the front door and didn’t let them back in until the sun went down. “Go play,” were their only words, and you were left to your own devices for hours upon hours. Neighborhoods looked like Lord of the Flies.

This was us. Those days were so awesome.
Yep out the door after breakfast. Hit a few dumpsters for bottles so we could get cash. Gone until sundown.
Police Arrest Mom After Son, 7, Went to Park Alone

A Florida woman who let her 7-year-old son walk alone to a park has been charged with felony child neglect.Thirty-four-year old Nicole Gainey's son was en route Saturday to a park about a half-mile from his home when he stopped and sat at a nearby pool, according to an arrest affidavit. Lifeguards said they had seen the boy five previous times and one approached him to ask where his mother was.

Apparently spooked by the questioning, the boy fled, running across a six-lane road toward the park, where an officer found him and asked if he was allowed out alone often.

"Yes. She gives me the phone and tells me to go," the child told the officer, according to the report.

Police then arrived at Gainey's home, in Port St. Lucie, and she was arrested. Police say she told them her son went unsupervised to the park once or twice a week.

The Rutherford Institute, a Virginia-based civil liberties group, received calls about the incident from some who see it as an overreach by law enforcement. The group reached out to Gainey, who is now being represented by the organization's attorneys.

John Whitehead, the civil rights attorney who founded the institute, said that if officials were concerned about the boy's lack of supervision, a warning would have been sufficient. He said Gainey will not allow her boy to leave unattended again.

"She's a good mother, obviously," Whitehead said. "She wasn't a neglectful mother. She's scared and she's fighting."

A message left on Gainey's phone was not immediately returned.
After the story broke, I wouldn't be surprised if the charges were quickly and quietly dropped.
Was talking about this with my wife the other day, and what annoyed us was the moms sitting by the pool who just saw him walking by and called the cops. They tried to talk to him, scared him and he ran away (Don't talk to strangers!!)

 

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