My curfew was the sky getting dark. My parents called my name, not my cell phone. I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn't eat what my mom cooked, I didn't eat. Sanitizer didn't exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet. Getting dirty was ok, and neighbors cared as much as your parents did. RE-POST if you drank from a garden hose and survived.
I wish I had written that. It tickles my funny bone. Yes, I drank from a garden hose. Did you? Do you suppose that's why my hair went gray? I did all those things and more. Maybe that's why my memory isn't as sharp as it used to be.
Remember collecting pop bottles for movie money? Remember when air conditioning meant rolling down the window? Remember transistor radios? Record albums? 78 rpm? Penny candy?
Remember five cent stamps? (To tell the truth, I remember four cent stamps...but that makes me sound so-o-o old.)
Take a stroll down memory lane. What do you remember about the good old days? Let's make a nice long list.
And about that garden hose...
Linda Garner
2 comments:
hi miss linda! wow! you got some cool memorys. mostly im not old enough for having those good ol days. but i got some memory stuff. yikes! is drinking outta that garden hose bad? i do it lots when i fill up the critter water bowls on the deck every day.
...hugs from lenny
I did drink for the hose and even carried my "boom box" on top of my bike handles, because it was cool. ;)
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