I Remember…
Staring up at the night sky looking for Sputnik passing overhead.
When metal detectors were used for finding coins in the sand.
Running to Chinatown for my weekly fix of sand dollars (unfolded fortune cookies).
Those same sand dollars cost 10 cents per pound.
Watching the mousketeers. Had a crush on Cubby and thought Annette was super cool.
Using my allowance (all 35 cents) to go to the local movie theater and sitting through two feature films, a cartoon, and a newsreel. Still enough to buy some sort of snack as well.
Being amazed that Santa had the same wrapping paper we had. And his handwriting was just like my grandmother’s.
Going to school with kids of all cultures and thinking that was the norm.
Playing with paper dolls or ball and jax.
Using my imagination to create games and toys out of whatever was handy.
What I don’t remember is being bored.
How about you?
I wasn’t bored when I was young as we had to make our own fun – playing rounders in the street, sliding down hills on a piece of cardboard, playing arrows, and numerous other games. I am so glad I was born when I was – they were the good times but that realization only came as I got much older – wish I had enjoyed them more xoxox
“Going to school with kids of all cultures and thinking that was the norm.” I dont remember ever going to school where there were children of different cultures Jackie?. The first black girl i ever made friends with, i met when i was about 13.. Maybe it was becouse i lived out in the wilds..We stayed friends through the years but sadly she died of cancer 2 years ago and i still miss her and her laugh, her kind heart and happy spirit will always be with me. Oh i forgot to say..we had an imaginary friend who we made up between us! we could never make up our minds whether ‘ the friend’ was male or femail…but thats another story!!…no! i was never bored…Thank you for your bog..much food for thought there. 🙂
Female and Blog! Sorry. 🙁
remember I grew up in San Francisco, a city that was a bit ahead of its time. We had neighborhoods that were racially motivated, but most were economically based. The school I went to was situated between Little Italy, Chinatown, and NobHill. Kids of poverty, the middle class, and even upper class all attended. I learned of bias and prejudice when we moved to New Orleans for a year when I was twelve. And then came the sixties…innocence lost.