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A little time travel.......
muley
Member Posts: 1,583 ✭✭
I'll bet most of you are too young for this. However......
Stroll with me...close your eyes...and go back before the internet...
before bombings, aids, herpes, before semiautomatics and crack...
before SEGA or Super Nintendo...way back!
I'm talking about sitting on the curb, sitting on the steps...
about malt shops, hide-and-go-seek, Simon says and
red-light-green-light. Lunch boxes with a thermos...
chocolate milk, going home for lunch,
penny candy from the store,
hopscotch, butterscotch, skates with keys, jacks and
Cracker Jacks, hula hoops and sunflower seeds,
wax lips and mustaches, Mary Jane's, saddle shoes and
Coke bottles with the names of cities on the bottom.
Remember when it took five minutes for the TV to warm up.
When nearly everyone's Mom was at home
when the kids arrived home from school.
When nobody owned a purebred dog. When a quarter was
a decent allowance. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
When your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces.
When all of your teachers wore neckties and
female teachers had their hair done every day and
wore high heels. Remember running through the sprinkler,
circle pins, bobby pins, Mickey Mouse Club, Rocky and Bullwinkle,
Kookla, Fran and Ollie,
Dick Clark's American Bandstand...all in black and white
and your Mom made you turn it off when a storm came.
When around the corner seemed far away and going
downtown seemed like going somewhere.
Climbing trees, making forts, lemonade stands,
cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, staring at clouds,
jumping on the bed, pillow fights, ribbon candy,
angel hair on the Christmas tree, white gloves,
walking to the movie theater, running till you were out of breath,
your first haircut, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt...remember that?
Not stepping on a crack or you'd break your mother's back,
paper chains at Christmas, silhouettes of Lincoln and Washington,
the smells of school, and "Evening in Paris" perfume.
When you got your windshield cleaned, oiled checked and gas pumped without
asking -all for free- every time. 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 it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner to a
real restaurant with your parents.
When the worst thing you could do at school
was flunk a test or chew gum. The prom was in the gym
or the lunch room and you danced to a real orchestra.
When they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed - and they did it.
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 so much greater than the threat.
Remember when people went steady; and girls wore a
class ring with an inch of wrapped adhesive tape so it would fit their finger.
When no one ever asked where the car keys were
because they were always in the car, in the ignition,
and the car and house doors were never locked.
Remember playing baseball with no adults needing to enforce the rules of
the game. And, with all our progress, don't you wish, that
just once you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace...
and share it with the children of today?
So send this on to someone who can still remember The
Lone Ranger and Tonto, The Shadow Knows,
Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Trigger and Buttermilk...
As well as the sound of a real mower on Saturday morning,
and summers filled with bike rides, baseball games, bowling, visits to
the pool...and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar from the palm of you hand.
here, didn't that feel good? Just to lean back and
say: "Yeah, I remember"
**I love the smell of Hoppes #9 in the morning**
Stroll with me...close your eyes...and go back before the internet...
before bombings, aids, herpes, before semiautomatics and crack...
before SEGA or Super Nintendo...way back!
I'm talking about sitting on the curb, sitting on the steps...
about malt shops, hide-and-go-seek, Simon says and
red-light-green-light. Lunch boxes with a thermos...
chocolate milk, going home for lunch,
penny candy from the store,
hopscotch, butterscotch, skates with keys, jacks and
Cracker Jacks, hula hoops and sunflower seeds,
wax lips and mustaches, Mary Jane's, saddle shoes and
Coke bottles with the names of cities on the bottom.
Remember when it took five minutes for the TV to warm up.
When nearly everyone's Mom was at home
when the kids arrived home from school.
When nobody owned a purebred dog. When a quarter was
a decent allowance. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
When your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces.
When all of your teachers wore neckties and
female teachers had their hair done every day and
wore high heels. Remember running through the sprinkler,
circle pins, bobby pins, Mickey Mouse Club, Rocky and Bullwinkle,
Kookla, Fran and Ollie,
Dick Clark's American Bandstand...all in black and white
and your Mom made you turn it off when a storm came.
When around the corner seemed far away and going
downtown seemed like going somewhere.
Climbing trees, making forts, lemonade stands,
cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, staring at clouds,
jumping on the bed, pillow fights, ribbon candy,
angel hair on the Christmas tree, white gloves,
walking to the movie theater, running till you were out of breath,
your first haircut, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt...remember that?
Not stepping on a crack or you'd break your mother's back,
paper chains at Christmas, silhouettes of Lincoln and Washington,
the smells of school, and "Evening in Paris" perfume.
When you got your windshield cleaned, oiled checked and gas pumped without
asking -all for free- every time. 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 it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner to a
real restaurant with your parents.
When the worst thing you could do at school
was flunk a test or chew gum. The prom was in the gym
or the lunch room and you danced to a real orchestra.
When they threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed - and they did it.
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 so much greater than the threat.
Remember when people went steady; and girls wore a
class ring with an inch of wrapped adhesive tape so it would fit their finger.
When no one ever asked where the car keys were
because they were always in the car, in the ignition,
and the car and house doors were never locked.
Remember playing baseball with no adults needing to enforce the rules of
the game. And, with all our progress, don't you wish, that
just once you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace...
and share it with the children of today?
So send this on to someone who can still remember The
Lone Ranger and Tonto, The Shadow Knows,
Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Trigger and Buttermilk...
As well as the sound of a real mower on Saturday morning,
and summers filled with bike rides, baseball games, bowling, visits to
the pool...and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar from the palm of you hand.
here, didn't that feel good? Just to lean back and
say: "Yeah, I remember"
**I love the smell of Hoppes #9 in the morning**
Comments
Rameleni1
Why does man kill? He kills for food. But not only for food; frequently, he must have a beverage.
muley
**I love the smell of Hoppes #9 in the morning**
Edited by - muley on 08/29/2002 00:17:33
Why does man kill? He kills for food. But not only for food; frequently, he must have a beverage.