Our World of Yesterday

   Petal-pushers and hula hoops
     ‘Greasy Kid Stuff’ – smear on the goop
   Baseball card gum that tastes like rubber
     That amazing stuff called ‘flubber’  

   Dino the Dinosaur and the Texaco Man
     Mumblety-peg and Kick the Can
   Sky King and Wyatt Earp
     Slowpokes you loved to slurp 
  
   All that’s gone now, replaced by video games
     ~ They all seem the same
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Fisher Avatar
February 5, 2024 at 4:39 PM
A fine take on some good times. Kick the can was the best. We even played flashlight tag after the sun set. Mosquitoes, who cared!
Wolf Avatar
February 5, 2024 at 6:20 PM
Really... I used to lather up with 6-12 repellant, but still got eaten alive by those mosquitoes.
Flood Avatar
February 5, 2024 at 4:15 PM
Of course, back then our teeth weren’t crowned… I’ll leave the rubber bubble gum if that’s okay. Enjoyed your nostalgic lament.
Wolf Avatar
February 5, 2024 at 6:21 PM
Thanks, Terry.
Lawless Avatar
February 5, 2024 at 4:02 AM
...time and age do so soften the experiences of the past...
Greenhough Avatar
February 4, 2024 at 10:18 PM
I have to agree. The olde days were richer in experience.
Baker Avatar
February 4, 2024 at 8:45 PM
We had it better. they all take the same skill set, just like the T.V. shows all follow the same topics. Makes it easier on the writers. Thanks for the memories, gw. BB
Wolf Avatar
February 4, 2024 at 9:17 PM
You're right. We really did have it better. 'Cuz we used our noggins and our imagination. Learned how to think and face new situations without fear. Those were the days... Thanks Bill
Jones Avatar
February 4, 2024 at 8:30 PM
I still call them petal pushers lol! And the kids have no idea what I mean. This was a fun read even if it dates me!
Wolf Avatar
February 4, 2024 at 9:16 PM
Hahahah. I still have some old 'H.I.S.' tight pants that break above the top of white socks. 'Course I can't wear those pants anymore. Honestly, how I got 'em on, I don't now. Some I actually had to cut with a scissors to get off. Those were the days, eh?
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