The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

When I Were A Young ‘Un …
May 4, 2006, 3:45 pm
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Go back in time …Before the Internet or the Apple Mac. Before semi-automatics, joy-riders and crack. Before SEGA or Super Nintendo … way, 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. The Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the Menace. 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 – chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps a screwball.

Wait, I haven't finished yet …

Watching Saturday morning cartoons … short commercials, The Double Deckers, Road Runner, He-Man, Zeebedee, Tiswas or Swapshop?, Why Don't You? – or staying up for Doctor Who.

When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like going somewhere. Earwigs, wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings. Sticky fingers. Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro.

Climbing trees. 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 then falling down in a fit of giggles. The worst embarrassment 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. 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. It wasn't odd to have two or three ‘best’ friends. You didn't sleep a wink on Christmas Eve.

When nobody owned a pure-bred 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. You knew everyone in your street – and so did 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 head'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, gangs etc. parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! – and some of us are still afraid of them!

Remember when decisions were made by 'Paper, Scissors, Stone' when 'race issues’ 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 germs. 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 and made better. Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin. Ice cream was considered a basic food group.

Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true & older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors …

If you can remember most or all of these things, only then can you claim to have LIVED.

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in that case i’ve lived… died… died and gone to heaven! that lot is a distant but much loved memory

Comment by steve

Oh I have lived much of what you describe, and you are right!

We lose more and more humanity as time goes on and society slides down hill.

How can we bring some of it back??


Comment by The Bert

Haha … I’d only want to bring some of it back – I could do without the white dog poo and bad telly!!!

Comment by Rob @ Cynic

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