How’s This For Nostalgia?

Someone shared this with me.

Do you remember when all  the girls had ugly gym uniforms?


It  took five minutes for the TV to warm up?

Nearly  everyone’s Mom was at home when the kids got home from  school?


When  a quarter was a decent allowance?

You’d  reach into a muddy gutter for a penny?

Your  Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces?

All  your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done every  day and wore high heels?


You  got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all  for free, every time? And you didn’t pay for air? And, you got trading stamps  to boot?


Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden  inside the box?


It  was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real  restaurant with your parents?


They  threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed. . . and they did  it!


When  a 57 Chevy was everyone’s dream car…to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch  submarine races, and people went steady?

No  one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in  the ignition, and the doors were never locked?


Playing  baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the  game?

Stuff  from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had  yet tried to poison a perfect stranger?

When  being sent to the principal’s office was nothing  compared to the  fate that awaited the student at home?


Basically  we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings,  drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But  we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

And do you remember summers filled with bike rides, baseball games, Hula Hoops, bowling and  visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.
Didn’t that  feel good, just to go back and say, ‘Yeah, I remember  that’?


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