For those who can remember the “good old days” and for those who missed out on what we had in our youth take a step back and tell your grandchildren what they missed. “My granddaughter said, ‘C’mon Pop-Pop, you gotta’ be kidding’!”

Sitting on the curb, sitting on the stoop, about hide and seek, Simon Says, 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, Hula Hoops and sunflower seeds, wax lips and mustaches, Mary Janes, saddle shoes and Coke bottles with the names of cities on the bottom.

Running through the sprinkler circle pins, bobby pins, Mickey Mouse Club, Rocky & Bullwinkle, Kookla Fran, & Ollie, Spin & Marty…all in black and white.

When around the corner seemed far away, and going downtown seemed like going somewhere.

Climbing trees, making forts, backyard shows, lemonade stands, Cops & Robbers, Cowboys & Indians, staring at clouds, jumping on the bed, pillow fights, ribbon candy angel hair on the Christmas tree, Jackie Gleason, white gloves, walking to the movie theater, running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

Not stepping on a crack or you’ll break your mother’s back, paper chains at Christmas, silhouettes of Lincoln and Washington, the smell of paste in school and Evening in Paris. What about the girl who dotted her “i’s” with hearts? The Stroll, popcorn balls & sock hops.

There were two types of sneakers for girls and boys (Keds &PF Flyers) and the only time you wore them at school was for “gym,” and the girls had those ugly uniforms.

It took five minutes for the TV to warm up, nearly everyone’s Mom was at home when the kids got home from school, nobody owned a purebred dog, a quarter was a decent allowance, and you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.

Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces, all of your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done every day, and wore high heels, you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped without asking, all for free, every time, you didn’t pay for air, and you got trading stamps to boot!


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