10 Mar 2023

And Then, Back We Go...

   With the further hyperventilating by the media relating to the snow fall and school closures, I searched and found this old piece copied from I can’t remember where, way back in 2007.
   By-the-by, as the snow fell this morning,  the TV were good enough to tell  me it was cold out there so wrap up warm if going out. I was so grateful to them as I was about to step out in t-shirt and shorts. Thankyou for reaching out to hold my hand. Oh, a young lady ‘reporter’ even mentioned ‘frozen ice’. You learn something new every day, eh?
   Anyhoo, here it is for those of an age to relate to and enjoy. Sadly, I go back a lot further but it’s all lost to the modern{?} world.

Childhood Dayz...
   Take a break from the grind and remember when... Close your eyes and go back in time.
   Before the Internet or the Apple Mac. Before semi-automatics, joy riders and crack. Before SEGA or Super Nintendo.
   Way back:
   I'm talking about Hide and Seek in the park. The corner shop. Hopscotch. Butterscotch. Skipping. Handstands. Football with an old can. Fingerbobs. Beano, Twinkle. Roly-Poly. Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams. The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass. Bazooka Joe bubble gum. An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a tune.
   Wait...
   Watching Saturday morning cartoons; short commercials, The Double Decker's, Road Runner, He-Man, Tiswas or Swapshop? and Why Don't you - or staying up for Star Trek.    
   When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like really going somewhere.
   Earwigs, wasps and bee stings. Sticky fingers. Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians and Zorro. Climbing trees. Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true. Building igloos out of snow banks. Walking to school, no matter what the weather. Running till you were out of breath. Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt. Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights. Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles. Being tired from playing. Remember that?
   The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team. Water balloons were the ultimate weapon. Football cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle. Choppers and Grifters
   I'm not finished just yet. Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops.
   Remember when:
  There were two types of trainers - girls and boys, and Dunlop Green Flash - and the only time you wore them at school was for P.E. You knew everyone in your street - and so did your parents. It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends. You didn't sleep a wink on Christmas Eve.
   When nobody owned a purebred dog. When 25p was decent pocket money. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny. When nearly everyone's mum was at home when the kids got there. It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb. When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents. When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it. When being sent to the Headmaster's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs or gangs. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! And some of us are still afraid of them! Didn't that feel good?
   Just to go back and say, yeah, I remember that!
   Remember when:
  Decisions were made by going "Ip Dip Dog Ship." (yeah I know) "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest. Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly". The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was a cold. And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one. It was unbelievable that British Bulldog wasn't an Olympic event. Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a catapult.
   Nobody was prettier than Mum. Scrapes and bruises were kissed better. Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin. Ice cream was considered a basic food group. Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
   If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived.

Quote;   Chili Davis.

“Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.”

                   Daniel Black.

“Sometimes you have to grow up before you appreciate how you grew up.”

4 comments:

Doonhamer said...

Hey! We're you living next door? Spying on me.
Bazooka Joe had little waxed paper squares with cartoon stories.
Solid guns with caps, "Bombs" with caps. (long quarter inch (5mm?) wide reels of red paper with real small dots, caps, of gunpowder encased in the paper carefully spaced so that the each pull of the trigger brought a fresh cap to exactly the right spot under the pistol hammer. Disappearing all day into the woods only to return instinctively just when tea (posh folk had dinner in the evening, we had dinner at one pm) then play in the evening under the street lamp. Policeman that lived a few streets away and if you were naughty just brought you home, even when you were possibly old enough to go to pub for a couple of half pints of one and tuppence a pint heavy. A district nurse that knew all about you and your family and came on a bike, later a green Morris Minor. A bike that could carry four( And could be left all day anywhere without being stolen.) One on handlebars, one on crossbar, the driver and one on the rear carrier. Wifies at every window watching out for you - your safety and your sins, all to be reported.
Such larks.
I could go on.

Mac said...

Doonhamer,
We all lived next door to each other back then.
Your comment will be up front tomorrow, okay?
I did a post regards caps a long time ago and I'm having problems finding it now; I'll try again tomorrow and, if I do find it, I'll add the link.
Local Bobby eh? Quick word from Dad if you were going away and he'd check your doors and windows daily as he passed.
And now? Bloody 'smart'-phones...

Timbotoo said...

And a comb with a piece of paper (grease proof preferably) was a musical instrument.

Mac said...

Timbotoo,
Damn yes. And an old tea chest, a broom handle and a length of string was a double bass. lets not forget the washboard. Boom! We had our kids skiffle group.
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