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elderberrywine) wrote2017-09-19 07:57 pm
elderberrywine) wrote2017-09-19 07:57 pm
OK so I can't even tell you how.
But one thing lead to another, and I started flash-backing to my childhood.
But seriously it was what it was and it was the best.
Being born in 1951, the '50s were my childhood years. And you couldn't do better than that.
Technically, I wasn't born in Palm Springs, but my parents returned there when I was 2 months old, so for the next 25 years, that's all I knew. We moved into my childhood home when I was 2 years old (all 3 of my sisters were born while we lived there) and my 89-years old mom lives there yet. We got a big lot (sand was cheap) and my Dad was in the construction biz, so eventually we had a big house.
But the summers I remember (125 F, mind you) consisted of my mom kicking us outside (her reading time, mind you). Us 4 girls? in our panties. Why wear more? We roamed our backyard, blonde hair, blue eyes, and brown as berries every one. I invented fantastical plots (being the oldest) and we buried treasure, built castles in the mud under the cottonwood tree, climbed up the tree to escape the witch, and generally rampaged all over the backyard until Mom let us back in.
At which, of course, it was time to settle down with the latest treasure from the library and dream some more.
Do children have lives like this anymore? And what a loss that is.
But seriously it was what it was and it was the best.
Being born in 1951, the '50s were my childhood years. And you couldn't do better than that.
Technically, I wasn't born in Palm Springs, but my parents returned there when I was 2 months old, so for the next 25 years, that's all I knew. We moved into my childhood home when I was 2 years old (all 3 of my sisters were born while we lived there) and my 89-years old mom lives there yet. We got a big lot (sand was cheap) and my Dad was in the construction biz, so eventually we had a big house.
But the summers I remember (125 F, mind you) consisted of my mom kicking us outside (her reading time, mind you). Us 4 girls? in our panties. Why wear more? We roamed our backyard, blonde hair, blue eyes, and brown as berries every one. I invented fantastical plots (being the oldest) and we buried treasure, built castles in the mud under the cottonwood tree, climbed up the tree to escape the witch, and generally rampaged all over the backyard until Mom let us back in.
At which, of course, it was time to settle down with the latest treasure from the library and dream some more.
Do children have lives like this anymore? And what a loss that is.
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Today nearly all children are missing these. Out of laziness they were "parked" infront of the TV or computer. My nephew (he's now 16 years old) doesn't know it better and he feels bored when he's in the garden. Unbelievable, isn't it ?
Thanks for this lovely post, my dear. Have a great day!
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I swore I'd never use the TV as a babysitter, but when son #2 was born, I admit to parking older son in front of the TV while I tended to the baby. *shame faced*
It was never for than an hour, possible two, a day, while I was Getting Stuff Done, and then they were off outside. Down the street, up the hills, don't care where, just get back when it starts to get dark. It all worked out somehow.