We were not allowed to sit on our butts, but some of us still got fat. I played little league, rode my bike, hiked in the woods and pretty much walked everywhere we went. Maybe only had a Pepsi as a treat once a week. My parents did not give out rides when we asked. Of course we did not have video games or did texting...hell, I wasn't even allowed to use the phone until I was 15. I never even tasted a Mc Donalds burger and fries until I was 19. I was the neighborhood fat kid. What I did have was the type of family that expressed love through food. Lots of things fried or baked like bread and pies. In the 50s and 60s, nobody really knew about healthy eating. In the part of the family that farmed, my grandfather worked a team of horses to plow until he bought his first tractor after WWII. He was skinny as a rail and lived into his 90s. He ate lard sandwiches sprinkled with sugar everyday. We've all known the person who could pack it away like nobodies business and never gain an ounce. My own father who had diabetes (I found this out after he died, never did he tell anyone) ate mostly veggies and fish and the occasional beer...he died when he was 64 of congestive heart failure.