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Fizzies
Button Candy
Licorice Whips
Candy Cigarettes
Juice filled wax bottles
Saturday Matinee
The Shadow
The Lone Ranger
Hopscotch
Jacks
Four Square
Marbles
Cinnamon Toothpicks
Penny Candy
Baseball with the neighborhood kids until way after dark
Wading in the puddles after a summer rain
Playing Cowboys and Indians
Gummy Worms/Bears/whatever
Energy Drinks
World of Warcraft
MySpace
Blogs
Never walk alone
Raves
Ecstasy
Crank
Meth
Cars with Bling
Bumping Stereos
Gang wars
PS1, PS2, PS3, X-Box Guitar Hero, Rock Band, DJ Hero
Flavored Water
AK-47
Whoa! I'd go see him in concert.
Do you see the two lists? This is what injustice is. Some of you may say it is the marching of time. I say it is the loss of innocence. Some of you may say things change I ask you why it had to. I remember the days as a child when you could leave your house in the morning and come back later that evening and your mom always knew where you were and with who you were. Now you don’t even have to leave your house to be accosted by gangs carrying A-K47’s trying to steal that expensive vase off the mantle, never knowing it is Grandpa Jooter’s ashes.
Days when the neighborhood parents whipped your ass and then sent you home so your parents could whip it again. Personally after seeing the bratty little fuckers at the schools I think a little more ass paddling is in order. Oh, that’s right, you can’t whip a kid now days and heaven help the neighbor if he tried to beat a kid’s ass right after he broke into someone‘s car.
Do you remember Fizzies? A glass of cold water, one little tablet and you had a cold glass of root beer or cola. Personally, the cola sucked, but the root beer was great. I remember playing baseball and getting hot and sweaty and just in time you heard the music that was so sweet to your ears, softly at first and then louder as we waited for the kids up the street to make their choice and then finally you saw him. The local ice cream truck with his freezers full of the sweetest treats ever, and you pulled out your sweaty coins, grabbed your ice cream, and tried to out run the drips with the tip of your tongue. Now they are slamming energy drinks and Mountain Dew like it is nothing and we wonder why our kids won’t sit still in class. They are caffeine junkies’ jonesing for that next Red Bull
Do I think injustice is an obese person? Don’t you think if our children did the things we did there would not be as much crabby fat asses in the world? Injustice is parents who let the kids play baseball on the X-Box instead of out in the fresh air. Kids (and some adults I know) are playing Guitar Hero instead of playing a real instrument. I still cannot understand why “air guitar” is so wonderful and the fakers are judged on how well they fake it. Air Guitar is an injustice to the many hours my son spent learning guitar along with the other members of his band the “Loony Labia Lovers.”
It looks like November will be a good month to vent. I have 17 days of this month left where I can bitch and moan freely. Oh who am I kidding? Why stop there?
8 comments:
Well said, Etta! I loved the ice cream truck and playing kickball in the street.
We could easily take most of today's kids in kickball, don't you think?
The first list left me feeling nostalgic...I wanna go back and be a kid again.
Oh man, playing Cowboys and Indians would be so politically incorrect today, wouldn't it. Hope you're safe and dry. Any effects from Ida near you?
I had an ideal childhood loaded with all of that you mentioned in list one. By many standards my childhood was a mix of Andy Griffith and Leave It To Beaver. Perfect!
Try living in California. Gangs are everywhere and thieves steal anything that isn't nailed down. I don't what to whip their asses. I want to do far more than that. Just saying.
I'm looking forward to your bitching and moaning. I really am.
Have a terrific day and weekend. Big hugs. :)
grandpa jooter, do i know him from somewhere?
I LOVED Fizzies! And I wanted to marry the ice cream man! My mom sent us outside in the morning and we stayed outside all day, playing with the neighborhood kids. I miss those days!
Spot on! I don't remember Fizzies, I don't think they came to our part of the world, but I do remember when my grandmother had to stop making home-made ices in her shop because of "regulations". And what harm did her ices do compared with the stuff they take these days?
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