Reflections on Living

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Reflections on Living

I have no idea who wrote this. I received it by e-mail and just had to share it:

Just for a minute, forget everything stressful and read this...............

Clear your mind and go back in time...
Before the Internet or the Apple Mac.
Before semi-automatics, joyriders 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.
Fingerbob.
Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the menace.
Roly Poly.
Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams.
The smell of the sun on 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......
Watching Saturday morning cartoons....short commercials,
The Double Deckers, Road Runner, He-Man, Zeebedee
Tiswas or Swapshop?, and '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.
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 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.

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!!

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 @!#$

"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 germs.
And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one. It was
unbelievable that 'British Bulldog 123' 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, then you have LIVED.

Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown up" life...

I DOUBLE-DARE YOU

Liana
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*sigh* that was nice....
Pete
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That's the kind of poem that lets you know you're getting old, in all the best possible ways. It was a little like listening to Karen Carpenter: lovely and bittersweet.
Karl Wiggins
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It reminds me a little of Dianne Reeves's Nine: I remember nine As if it were yesterday I can hear my friends outside of my window Say, "Can you come out to play?" Anna brought a bag of her mama's cooking spoons So we could dig a big hole, to try to reach China And get there by early noon. Our imaginations soured on golden wings Across a sky filled with dreams Any child could wear a paper crown And be a king or queen at nine. I remember days of playing without a care Then coming home with sniffles and clothes hanging off me With leaves in my hair Everybody's child belonged to the neighbourhood You could tell your troubles to old Aunt Savannah Cause she always understood. Running endless through a field Of emerald green beneath a broad Open sky I will treasure all my days when I was innocent and free at nine Runnin' and jumpin' and skippin' and laughin' Rollin' and shakin' and jokin' and hidin' Mother may I, Simon says, you're it, you spit Hide and seek, you peeked, no I didn't, yes you did You're not fair, I don't care, I saw Sammy's underwear Double dutch, kick ball, hop scotch, bobby socks Mary Mack all dressed in black Who is that? Can she play jacks? I'm the doctor, you're the nurse Whatcha mean, I was first Shovin' and pushin' and cryin' and screamin' Dreamin' and beamin' and dancin' in a line You show me yours, I'll show you mine Ah uh I'm going home it's dinner time ..... nine.
iceman
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The fact that the past still exists in our memories is nice, but should never be an obsession. I look at the future and try to avoid getting nostalgic. I would rather use the past as direct input now than try to recapture an experience I might have had when I was 15. Dwell too much on the past and it will destroy you. Use it as a reference not a way of life. :) iceman
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