Old enough to remember when Dad, king of the world, brought us home Clarks chewing gum from his executive job at Phillip Morris -
Old enought to remember when the girls had to wear skirts to school and shorts underneath on the day the visiting PE guy came. Old enough to remember the plentiful "free" paper and crayons the teacher passed out for the art class visiting instructor.
Old enough to have noticed when the paper and crayons didn't flow so freely. Fashion went into decline. For girls, Our skirts and ski pants went from 67' Eloise to clean-lined 1970 mod then exploded into flowered bell bottoms, midi and maxi skirts and then peaked in 1977 with hip hugging pointed polyester knit everything.
Dad had either made it big time, or Mom had to get a job to help pay for the Chevy Duster and ground beef and everything else that seemed to just keep getting more and more expensive. Dad, in my case, slipped out of the picture along with halcyon days of old. Other kids saw their Dad slide out of supreme king role. Mom, hear her roar!