Shoot mud-daubers with my Red Ryder air rifle.Rebuild my car. Customize my bicycle. Listen to American music played by a band in the bandstand next to the courthouse. You know, fun stuff!
Play stickball in the street with the other neighborhood kids. Ride my bike around town. Play in the park on the swingsets/monkey bars/ carousel. Hide and Seek in the twilight hours, untl our parents called us in for dinner. Southern California in the late 1960s/early 1970s.
this reminds me of a weird al yankovic song: good old dayssometimes i think back to when i was youngerlife was so much simpler thendad would be up at dawn,he’d be waterin’ the lawnor maybe goin’ fishin’ againoh,and mom would be fixin’ up something in the kitchenfresh biscuits or hot apple piethe years go by but the memory staysthose were the good old days
And to top it all off – We played Kick the Can, day and night. Night was fun with Mom, Dad and the neighborhood parent sitting outside talkin while we played. Such beautiful, happy memories.
We played baseball at Mr. O’Donnel’s Field. Rode our bikes all over town (with no helmets or knee/elbow pads (and put baseball cards or playing cards in the spokes to make motorcycle sounds — probably lost a Mickey Mantle rookie card that way). Smoked corn silk cigarettes. Tried to fool Cindy Shaffer with our Halloween costumes (even with gloves on and our eyes closed she always guessed us). And without cellphones, we knew when it was time to come home — when the street lights came on, we headed back for 117.
Watch B-17’s being ferried to Europe, collect “silk pods” for fliers’ jackets, collect tin cans, buy War Bonds, listen to the radio, look at “Life” magazine………….
When I was in cub scouts we got to ride the train from Salt Lake to Ogden. It was my first train ride. I remember everything from going into the train station and the black and white tile floors, the pillars, the neon signs, the echoes from the large cavernous waiting rooms, all the people. I remember the ride, feeling the train on the tracks and when you get jostled from side to side once in a while. I remember looking out the window seeing things going by. It was a lot of fun. It was 53 years ago, but I still have vivid memories of the ride. Last year, when they opening day of commute rail service from Salt Lake to Ogden, I was there. Again, it was a lot of fun. Sharing the seats nearby me was a kid, glued to his Nintendo or whatever it was. He never even looked out the window. He couldn’t have been bothered. What memory of the train ride does he have? He had an opportunity to experience something a little different and he threw it away.
Hawthorne almost 11 years ago
Which we used to read, play physical games, do chores …
cheap_day_return almost 11 years ago
mess with the carburetor on dad’s ’58 Desoto…..
blunebottle almost 11 years ago
Yeah, I rode my bike a lot……too bad I didn’t keep it up- redistribution of bulk…….
artybee almost 11 years ago
Shoot mud-daubers with my Red Ryder air rifle.Rebuild my car. Customize my bicycle. Listen to American music played by a band in the bandstand next to the courthouse. You know, fun stuff!
GROG Premium Member almost 11 years ago
ride a bike, play baseball, play football, play street hockey, and on rainy days play Monopoly or play with Lego.
edclectic almost 11 years ago
Time to be you & me…
Leeroy almost 11 years ago
Play stickball in the street with the other neighborhood kids. Ride my bike around town. Play in the park on the swingsets/monkey bars/ carousel. Hide and Seek in the twilight hours, untl our parents called us in for dinner. Southern California in the late 1960s/early 1970s.
Olddog1 almost 11 years ago
Yet, here we are.
sbchamp almost 11 years ago
a better life…
blackielawless almost 11 years ago
this reminds me of a weird al yankovic song: good old dayssometimes i think back to when i was youngerlife was so much simpler thendad would be up at dawn,he’d be waterin’ the lawnor maybe goin’ fishin’ againoh,and mom would be fixin’ up something in the kitchenfresh biscuits or hot apple piethe years go by but the memory staysthose were the good old days
Linda Pearson almost 11 years ago
And to top it all off – We played Kick the Can, day and night. Night was fun with Mom, Dad and the neighborhood parent sitting outside talkin while we played. Such beautiful, happy memories.
KEA almost 11 years ago
we had libraries.
camapa233 Premium Member almost 11 years ago
We played baseball at Mr. O’Donnel’s Field. Rode our bikes all over town (with no helmets or knee/elbow pads (and put baseball cards or playing cards in the spokes to make motorcycle sounds — probably lost a Mickey Mantle rookie card that way). Smoked corn silk cigarettes. Tried to fool Cindy Shaffer with our Halloween costumes (even with gloves on and our eyes closed she always guessed us). And without cellphones, we knew when it was time to come home — when the street lights came on, we headed back for 117.
Chconfer almost 11 years ago
Watch B-17’s being ferried to Europe, collect “silk pods” for fliers’ jackets, collect tin cans, buy War Bonds, listen to the radio, look at “Life” magazine………….
danlarios almost 11 years ago
I agree I had more friends than now?
TheAuldWan almost 11 years ago
Whole different world then. And then we grew up to go die in a foreign land…
renewed1 almost 11 years ago
Climbed (and fell out of) trees, rode (and fell off of) my bike, and I still survived.
Me3000 almost 11 years ago
me too, even though i was born in the eighties…
LV1951 almost 11 years ago
A brain & an imagination too!
ambassadorstt almost 11 years ago
My question… are we REALLY going FORWARD?? Is this progress? Then why are we always scared? Why do we need all this protection?? Think about it??
kcase246 almost 11 years ago
When I was in cub scouts we got to ride the train from Salt Lake to Ogden. It was my first train ride. I remember everything from going into the train station and the black and white tile floors, the pillars, the neon signs, the echoes from the large cavernous waiting rooms, all the people. I remember the ride, feeling the train on the tracks and when you get jostled from side to side once in a while. I remember looking out the window seeing things going by. It was a lot of fun. It was 53 years ago, but I still have vivid memories of the ride. Last year, when they opening day of commute rail service from Salt Lake to Ogden, I was there. Again, it was a lot of fun. Sharing the seats nearby me was a kid, glued to his Nintendo or whatever it was. He never even looked out the window. He couldn’t have been bothered. What memory of the train ride does he have? He had an opportunity to experience something a little different and he threw it away.