Good old days

Sometimes I want to be a kid again; to go back to the time when:

• Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.

• Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, “Do over!”

• “Race issue” meant

arguing about who ran the fastest.

• Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in “Monopoly”.

• It wasn’t odd to have two or three “best” friends.

• Being old referred to anyone over 20.

• You could determine if someone loved you by plucking flower petals.

• Decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-mo.”

• It was magic when dad would “remove” his thumb.

• Nobody was prettier than Mom.

• Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.

• It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the “big people” rides at the amusement park.

• Abilities were discovered because of a “double-dog-dare.”

• Unreserved lifetime commitments and promises were made with “cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die.”

• Saturday morning cartoons weren’t 30-minute ads for action figures.

• Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.

• War was a card game.

• Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.

• A playing card in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.

• Taking drugs meant

orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.

• A lie didn’t count if your fingers were crossed.

• Ice cream was considered a basic food group. — Author unknown