I try to tell my kids what it was like growing up in those days (they are grown now) and they still can't comprehend it.
Imagine a 12 year old kid today leaving his house early on Saturday morning and not returning until dinner with no way for the parents to know where he was or even get in contact with him.
That was a normal Saturday for me growing up and speaking for myself, I loved it. If I showed up in the middle of the day on a Saturday, my mom would likely shove a broom in my hand and put me to work!
Tell the truth, when you guys were doing those jumps, were you (or someone in the group) humming the theme song to “Wide World of Sports”? Because that’s what we did; we applied a current theme song to everything we did.
Yep, trying to explain the things we did as kids to our kids was/is much like telling tall tales to them. “You were outside - away from your house - all day? And Grandma or Grandpa would whistle for you to come home if it was after dark?” Of course when they were kids themselves, they wondered why we didn’t let them do stuff like we did.
Sometimes I tell my husband that we really did hit the sweet spot of having a great time to grow up. Public school hadn’t yet hit the big time skids. School lunches were still real food cooked by ladies in a cafeteria. Halloween was still innocent and fun. Snow days were longed for and fun, instead of dreaded, and summer vacation time was for fun and we didn’t have to do any ridiculous summer projects.
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Yup!
The good ol’ FREE! days.