I grew up in Oakville Mo. many years ago. When I was a child our area code was 314 . A lot of my clothes came from Jcpenney, or Sears and Roebuck. If you had a pool you were KING of the block, otherwise you played in a sprinkler to stay cool. Eating out at a restaurant was a huge deal that only happened for very special occasions.
Fast food was a bologna/ham or pb sandwich to take outside in the yard . Eating ice cream or a popsicle was a treat on a hot day. You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your play clothes. We had to do our homework before being allowed outside to play.
We ate dinner at the table with our family. We went to school everyday, and if we were in trouble in school we were in in bigger trouble at home. Our phone hung on the wall in the kitchen and had a long cord, there was no private conversation or cell phones! We played Hopscotch, Cops and Robbers, 1,2,3 Not It, Red Light Green Light, Hide & Seek, mother may I, Truth or Dare, Tag, Baseball, Kick Ball, Dodge Ball, and rode bikes, climbed trees, went on adventures in the woods.
Girls could spend hours playing Barbies or house. Boys (and a lot of us girls) played football or baseball in the street, basket ball in the school yard and jumped their bikes with scrap wood ramps.
Staying in the house was a punishment and the only thing we knew about “bored”— “You better find something to do before I find it for you!”
We ate what parents made for dinner or we ate nothing at all.
There was no bottled water; we drank from the tap or the water hose (warm).
We watched cartoons on Saturday mornings,no remotes and only 3 channels, rode our bikes for hours and ran around in the streets until the street lights went on, when you’d better get yourself home!
We weren’t AFRAID OF ANYTHING.
School was mandatory and teachers were people who we respected.
When our parent’s company came over we left the room. We knew better to be in grown folks conversation!
We watched our MOUTHS around our elders because ALL of our Aunts, Uncles, Grandpas and Grandmas AND our Parents best friends were also our PARENTS (they COULD & WOULD WHOOP Y’ALL!,) and you didn’t want them telling your PARENTS if you misbehaved.
These were the good ole days.
Kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid. I loved my childhood…!!!
Kids these days will never understand how we grew up!!! #repost
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