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Remember when we were kids, and we’d spend hours playing outside? Remember when playing in piles of leaves and running through through sprinklers was the highlight of your day? When I reminisce about my childhood, I think about how much simpler life was, and how even before the tech blitz, we had some awesome toys. Of course, a lot of my favorite memories center around shooting hoops, riding my bike, climbing trees, or building forts.
When I was a kid, rainy days were for splashing in puddles, watching movies on the couch, and dusting off our frequently neglected inside toys, like dolls, sylvanian families for girls, or wooden blocks. We’d help Mom make dinner, play hide and seek, put together puzzles, or curl up with a good book. Sometimes in the summer, if it was raining without thunder and lightning, we’d go swimming in the pool. Crazy, huh?
Fishing involved live bait like minnows or crickets, not a video game and controller, plus you could eat your catch! Sunscreen was optional, although looking back, it should have been required! Sodas came in glass bottles, libraries had card catalogs (my children will never know what a card catalog system is) and maybe one computer, almost everyone owned a set of Encyclopedias (Wikipedia didn’t exist), and you were lucky if you had a television with a remote control. (sleep timers weren’t standard) Plus, most of us only got 10-12 channels.
Dinner time was for conversations about our day at school/work, and the phone was never answered, until after the dishes were done. Vegetables came from our garden, not cans, and making homemade ice cream was a family event. If you were lost, you used a “—” to help you, not a GPS, but a map. Manners weren’t optional, and Sundays were for Sunday school, and football games in the yard.
Yes, those were the good old days. One day when my children are old enough to read this, I guess they’ll roll their eyes, call me lame…and ask “what the heck is an encyclopedia?”