Turn on your sound
and remember. . . . You'll enjoy this one. OK, so some of you
might have been too young to remember . . . . enjoy the music
anyway.
REMEMBER....
When the worst thing you could do at
school was smoke in the bathrooms, flunk a test or chew gum. And the
banquets were in the cafeteria and we danced to a juke box later, and
all the girls wore fluffy pastel gowns and the boys wore suits for the
first time and we were allowed to stay out till 12 a.m.
When a '57
Chevy was everyone's dream car. . . to cruise, peel out, lay rubber and
watch drag races, and people went steady and girls wore a class ring
with an inch of wrapped dental floss or yarn coated with pastel frost nail
polish so it would fit her finger.
And no one ever asked where the car keys were
'cause they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were
never locked. And you got in big trouble if you accidentally locked the
doors at home, since no one ever had a key.
Remember lying on your
back on the grass with your friends and saying things like "That cloud looks
like a..."
And playing baseball with no adults to help kids
with the rules of the game. Back then, baseball was not a psychological
group learning experience-it was a game.
Remember when stuff from the store came without
safety caps and hermetic seals 'cause no one had yet tried to poison a
perfect stranger.
And...with all our progress...don't you just
wish...just once...you could slip back in time and savor the slower
pace...and share it with the
children of the 80's and 90's...
So to someone who can still remember Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, Laurel
& Hardy, Howdy Doody and The Peanut Gallery, The Lone Ranger, The
Shadow Knows, Nellie Belle, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk as well as
the sound of a real mower on Saturday morning, and summers filled with bike
rides, playing in cowboy land, baseball games, bowling and visits to the
pool...and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.
When being sent to the principal'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.
Our parents and grandparents
were a much bigger threat! But we all survived because their love was
greater than the threat.
Didn't that feel good, just to go back and
say, Yeah, I remember that!
And was it really that long ago?