A friend sent me this. I’ve added a few of my memories. Add yours and pass it on.

Close your eyes and go back in time… Before the Internet or the Apple Mac. Before semi-automatics, joyriders and crack… Before PlayStationII and X-Box… I’m talking about hide-and-seek in the park. The corner shop. Butterscotch. Handstands. Bill and Ben, Andy Pandy. Beano. Dandy and Dennis the Menace. Hula Hoops. Jumping streams. Building dams. The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass. Bazooka Joe bubble gum. An ice cream cone or perhaps a Screwball on a warm summer night from a van that plays the Popeye tune. Saturday morning cartoons. Short commercials. The Double Deckers. Road Runner. Zeebedee, or staying up for Dr Who. When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like going somewhere. Earwigs. Wasps. Stinging nettles and bee stings. Sticky fingers. Cops and Robbers. Cowboys and Indians. Climbing trees. Walking to school no matter what the weather. Running till you were out of breath. laughing so hard that your stomach hurt. Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights. Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down. Being tired from playing… remember that? Water balloons were the ultimate weapon. Trading cards in the spokes transformed a bike into a motorcycle. Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops. Remember when… there were two types of trainers – girls and boys – and the only time you wore them at school was for P.E. You knew everyone in your street – and so did your parents. It wasn’t odd to have two or three “best” friends. You didn’t sleep a wink on Christmas Eve. When nobody owned a purebred dog. When 25p was decent pocket money When you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny. When nearly everyone’s mum was at home when the kids got there. It was magic when Dad would “remove” his thumb. When it was considered a privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents. When any parent could discipline any child, or use him to carry groceries and nobody, not even the child, thought a thing of it. When being sent to the Head’s office was nothing compared to the fate that waited at home. We were in fear for our lives but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc., parents were a bigger threat. Didn’t that feel good? Just to go back and say. Yeah, I remember that! Remember when… Decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-mo” “Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest. The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs. And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one. It was unbelievable that British Bulldog wasn’t an Olympic event. Having a weapon in school meant a catapult in your pocket. Nobody was prettier than Mum. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better. Drugs meant orange-flavoured aspirin. Ice cream was a basic food group. Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.

Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their “grown up” life.


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