Close your eyes … And go back …
Before the Internet or the MAC
Before semi-automatics and crack
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo
Way back … Remember
Hide and go seek at dusk
Sittin’ on the porch
Hot bread and butter
Eatin’ a “super dooper sandwich”
Red light, Green light
Penny candy in a brown paper bag
Hopscotch, butterscotch, double-Dutch
Jacks, kickball, dodgeball
Mother, May I?
Running through the sprinkler
The smell of the sun and lickin’ salty lips
Catching lightning bugs in a jar
Playing sling shot and Red Rover
When around the corner seemed far away,
And going downtown seemed like going somewhere.
A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers
Cops and Robbers
Cowboys and Indians
Sitting on the curb
Jumping down the steps
Jumping on the bed
Being tickled to death
Running till you were out of breath
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt
Being tired from playing … Remember that?
Licking the beaters when your mother made a cake.
When there were two types of sneakers for girls and boys (Keds & PF Flyers), and the only time you wore them at school, was for “gym.”
When nearly everyone’s mom was at home when the kids got there.
When nobody owned a purebred dog.
When a quarter was a decent allowance, and another quarter a huge bonus.
When you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
When girls neither dated nor kissed until late high school, if then.
When your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces.
When all of your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done, everyday.
When you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, for free, every time. And, you didn’t pay for air. And, you got trading stamps to boot!
When laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box.
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 it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.
When they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed … and did!
When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.
Ah, yes, the good old days-I do remember!!