While sitting around his bed and visiting with the parents (my friend and I went), we had such a rollicking good time, we did not even notice it was almost 9:00 before we scurried out.
Everyone in the room was in their 40's and 50's.
The dad was constantly massaging his son's stomach as we told tales of our childhood, and bemoaned the ways things were so different then...Playing outside with neighborhood friends (we had no "play dates" then), and having to settle arguments on our own (our parents didn't meddle in that kind of thing)...Polishing or shining shoes...Drinking out of the hose when you got thirsty (it was warm but it was wet), because your mom didn't want you constantly running in and out...
The other three adults in the room are African American, and they spoke of being admonished to wash extra well, because they were seen by (some) white people as "dirty." This is something I could not relate to, but I certainly could understand. (My mother would loved for me to embrace cleanliness; I was a dusty, dirty tomboy.)
Today, in some neighborhoods there is no evidence that children live there: the parents are too frightened to let them play outside, and so the kids stay in, and instead of playing ball and climbing trees and pretending they're spies, they play video games and learn no give-and-take skills. They become inactive and unimaginative.
|photo by victoriana216|
If you're not a perky, peppy 20-something, what are some of your favorite childhood memories? What is unique about your upbringing that you would like to share?