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