Tuesday, February 22, 2011

This Takes Me Back

This takes me back . . .

Simple Times:

Go back, before Internet or PC or the Mac

before semi automatics and crack

before PlayStation, Sega, super Nintendo, even before Atari

before cell phones, Cd's, DVDs, voice mail and email

Go back, way, way back.

I'm talkin' bout hide and seek at dusk

Red light, green light
Red Rover . . . Red Rover

Playing kickball and dodge ball until the first . . .
no second . . . no third street light came on

Ring around the Rosie
London Bridge
Hot Potato
Hop Scotch
Jump Rope
You're It!

Parents stood on the front porch and yelled or whistled for you to come home . . . no pagers or cell phones

Take ONE giant step . . . May I?

Seeing shapes in the clouds

Endless summer days and hot summer nights . . . (no a/c) with the windows open

The sound of crickets

Running through the sprinkler

Cereal boxes with that great prize in the bottom
Cracker jacks with the same thing

BUT WAIT . . .
There Is More

Watchin' Saturday Morning cartoons
Tom and Jerry
serial adventures
Captain Midnight
Cisco kid
The Lone Ranger
Boston Blackie

Catching Lightening Bugs in a jar

Christmas Morning

Your first day of school

Bedtime prayers and goodnight kisses

climbing trees

Swinging as high as you could in those long swings to try and reach the sky.

A Million Mosquito bites and sticky fingers

Jumpin' on the bed
Pillow fights

Running home from the western movie you just saw 'til you were out of breath. Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.

Being tired from playing

Work: meant taking out the garbage, cutting the grass, washing the car or doing dishes

Your first crush

Your first kiss (I mean the one that you KEPT YOUR MOUTH CLOSED and your EYES OPEN)

Rainy days at school and the smell of damp concrete 
and chalk erasers.

OH, I am not finished yet . . .

Kool-Aid was the drink of summer
and so was a swig from a hose

Giving your friends a ride on your handlebars of your bike.

Attaching pieces of cardboard to your bike frame to rub against your spokes. 

Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school.

Class Field Trips with soggy sandwiches

When nearly every one's mom was at home when the kids got 
there from school.

When a quarter seemed like a fair allowance, and another quarter a MIRACLE

When ANY parent could discipline ANY kid, or feed him, or use him to carry groceries . . . AND nobody, not even the kid thought a thing of it.

When your parents took you to a cafeteria and it was a REAL treat.

When being sent to the Principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited you at home.

Basically we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. We simply didn't want our parents to get mad at us.

Didn't that feel good? Just to go back and say, "Yeah, I remember that!" Well, let's keep going . . .

Let's go back to a time when . . .

Decisions were made by going . . .
eenie - meenie - miney - mo

Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "Do Over!"

"Race Issues" meant arguing about who ran the fastest!

Catching fireflies could happily occupy and entire evening.

It wasn't odd to have two or three best friends.

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.

Nobody was prettier than Mom.

Scrapes and bruises were kissed by Mom and made better.

Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.

Abilities were discovered by a double-dog-dare.

Spinning around, getting dizzy  and 
falling down was a cause for giggles.

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

Water balloons were the ultimate, ultimate weapon.

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived during a more pleasant simpler time!

I wonder how many of you remember all of these things. I know some of you are my vintage.





1 comment:

Sarah said...

I just found your blog. Katelyn told me about it a week or so ago. I love it!!! :)
~Sarah~(Katelyn's friend at school)
P.S.
My mom started a blog recently...
http://www.dkwhitakerfamily.blogspot.com/

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