Nostalgia

    A FB post I read about being Georgia born conjured up a sense of nostalgia. Growing up as a kid in the ‘80’s and ‘90’s, Yes! We did go out and get dirty and didn’t care. [Laugh because some of you know what I’m talking about.] Growing up with wanted to be men. Being inside the house was the absolute last thing we wanted to do. There was too much to do outside, who wanted to be cooped up inside? Growing up with wanted to be men. In my formative years I received several “whuppings” for disobeying curfews.

     But back to growing up.  Nearly everyone I knew wanted to play Wildcat football, with NFL or NBA dreams. We played “sandlot football.” No pads. No helmet. And sometimes no rules. Brutality before concussions and turf toe. And we survived. We couldn’t drive so we rode bikes everywhere.  And we did this before it was required by federal law to wear a helmet, too! We were daredevils, too. We jumped them, raced them, fixed them…

    And basketball? We would start a basketball game at 9:00 AM, and wouldn’t finish playing until right after the streetlights came on. It was funny. All of us tough guys started breaking out towards home when the streetlights came on! It was a life or death situation if you had to be looked for after the lights came on!

    Yeah. We got dirty as kids. Had to get dirty to shoot marbles, unless you couldn’t shoot. With the exception of a few people, growing up we were more of a danger to ourselves (Broken leg from jumping a “ramp,” broken jaw from football and etc.) than to anyone else.  Sure we played video games. Loved video games. However, a street football game would always win out over video games. We played video games when we had to be in the house. Those were the good days.