I am proud to be a child from the fifties, the generation that will never come back.
- A generation that walked to school and then walked back.
- A generation that did their homework alone to get out asap to play in the street.
- A generation that spent all their free time in the streets with their Friends.
- A generation that played hide and seek when it was dark.
- A generation that road their bicycles near and far to explore their surroundings, and I mean far.
- A generation that went to the park and played on the monkey bars and other apparatus that are long gone because they are considered too dangerous these days.
- A generation that played hopscotch and dodgeball with great delight.
- A generation that played cops and robbers and cowboys and Indians with the neighbor kids.
- A generation that made mud cakes.
- A generation that collected sports cards.
- A generation that found, collected, washed & returned empty coke bottles to the local grocery store for 5 cents each, then bought a Mountain Dew and a candy bar with the money.
- A generation that made paper toys with their bare hands.
- A generation who bought vinyl albums to play on record players.
- A generation that collected photos and albums of clippings of their life experiences as a Kid.
- A generation that played board games and cards on rainy days.
- A generation whose TV went off at midnight after playing the National Anthem.
- A generation that had parents who were there.
- A generation that laughed under the covers in bed so parents didn’t know we were still awake.
- A generation that is passing and unfortunately will never return no matter how hard we try.
I loved Growing up when I did. it was the best of times.