When I was young, my granddaddy would tell me stories about the “good old days” and how kids these days didn’t have the sense God gave a goose. Of course he also loved to tell me how he used to walk 20 miles to school, uphill both ways, and barefoot.
Every once in a while he would add a few feet of snow into the memory.
I would sit there giggling at him, loving his stories, dreaming of a simpler life and how wonderful it was to know him. I also secretly thought about how all old people told these same stories, but I never got weary of listening.
Guess what slipped right out of my mouth today?
“When I was a kid…”
Lord help me, did I really say that?
When did I become one of the old people?
In my defense, I didn’t bring up walking to school a million miles (or so) each way. Probably because I didn’t. A bus picked me up about a block or so from my front door. We did however whine about how long we were stuck on that dang bus. (grin)
I was just thinking of a time when life was a bit more simple, when we didn’t have cell phones, computer games, and laptops to occupy our time. Amazingly enough though, we were never bored. We spent hours playing neighborhood games of kickball. If we didn’t have a ball, we played kick the can.
We rode our bikes for miles down trails and jumps we made ourselves.
We didn’t have fancy backyard gym sets, but we knew if we had a nearby creek and a rope, we could spend entire days on that rope swing laughing until our sides ached.
Life was just simpler I think.
When I was a kid…
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