"Copied from a friend - it’s so true !!
I was raised in Maple Hill, Kansas, a little town of 200. My Grandma Clark was the town’s telephone operator and our phone was a big wooden box with a crank on the kitchen wall.
We pumped out drinking and washing water from the well and carried it to the house. If we had hot water it was heated on the kitchen cook stove.
A lot of my clothes were hand-me-downs from cousins and were then passed on to younger siblings. Some were home made by my Grandparents, aunts or others.
If you had a bike you were KING of the road, otherwise you watched or rode on the handle bars or back tire standing up. We walked a lot. We thought nothing of walking a mile to and from the creek with our cane poles or walking from town to visit grandparents on the farm.
Eating out at a restaurant was a huge deal that only happened for very special occasions. Fast food was a baloney sandwich to take outside in the yard . Eating ice cream was a treat on a hot day or a Saturday night cone when you took eggs and butter to trade at the local grocery store.
You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your play clothes. We had to do our chores, feeding chickens and gathering eggs, hoeing or pulling garden weeds, pushing the old reel lawnmower, and then do 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 bigger trouble at home—and somehow parents always found out!
We played Marbles, Hopscotch, Cops and Robbers, 1,2,3 Not It, Red Light Green Light, Hide & Seek, hide the belt,Truth or Dare, Tag, Baseball Cards, Kick Ball, Dodge Ball, Baseball, and rode bikes. Girls could spend hours playing With dolls and dressing up or “house.” Boys played football or baseball in the street, basket ball in the school yard and jumped their bikes with scrap wood ramps, and added playing cards with a cloths pin to the spokes to make noise. Staying in the house was a Punishment and the only thing we knew about "being bored"--- Our Parents saying "You better find something to do before I find it for you!" We ate what Parents made for Dinner or we ate NOTHING.
School was mandatory and teachers were people who we respected. When our parent’s company came over we left the room. We knew better than to be in grown folks business! It was a NO NO.
We watched our MOUTHS around our elders because ALL of our Aunts, Uncles, Grandpas and Grandmas AND our Parents best friends and the teachers were also our PARENTS (they COULD & WOULD WHOOP US!,) and you didn't want them telling your PARENTS if you misbehaved.
We felt LOVED and SAFE!
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! THESE WERE THE GOOD OLE DAYS👌🏻
Copy & paste if this was close to your childhood."
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