To be a kid again

[Cyrano]

I'm 80. I'm still having fun living and shooting and visiting friends but I have wonderful memories of times that won't come back again.

 

[Old 44 Guy]

It's a blessing to me being on the Forum. About 8 PM an old buddy of mine called me, We first met in August 1944. That will be 70 years. Then tonight I saw George Burns. WOW, what a revelation.We both served during the Police Action in Korea, him in the A.F., me National Guard. He married early & had 4 kids. I married at age 29 & had 3. He is very wealthy & am living on a pension & social security. He's still married to his second wife & I am widowed again after 3 marriages. As far as being 18 again, No Way. I sure wouldn't want to go thru it again except the pleasures in a deer hunting camp watching the flames of a camp fire with a cold one in my hand. Hearing the same tall tales from friends long gone about huge bucks they missed & big boobed girls they almost got. 18 again? Hell, No. I have my memories

 

[Brian41]

I sometimes sit and think about the past too as I had a good childhood. I was lucky and had great parents that did things with us and took us places although now I know money was tight and they denied themselves for we kids. I miss them both and at their graves Memorial Day it hit home just how long they've been gone now.
My brother forwarded the Google Earth link of my childhood home which later was owned by my grandparents in Brantford, Ontario, Canada. It was great to see the old house again which I hadn't seen in years now.
The house in Flint, Michigan where I spent much of my childhood is now part of the hood and not a safe place to go anymore. The area I spent high school in Fenton, Michigan has now grown up and I hardly recognize it anymore. All those fields we hunted in are now houses or business's too.
I guess you never can go home again but glad I still have those memories of my childhood intact.

 

[feralmerril]

The last time I checked my two villages I grew up in are even smaller than when i grew up in them in the 40`s and 50`s. Auroaville and Eureka Wisconsin.

 

[TIMETRIPPER]

Nice story. It takes me back to a simpler time...
Every year, when we got out of school for the summer, mom would buy us a new pair of canvas sneakers at the local Five and Ten store. That's cents, not dollars. We usually got PF Flyers, sometimes Keds if on sale. Couldn't afford Converse. You had you choice of high tops or low, black or white. I usually got the black high tops cause they didn't show the dirt as much. They were only a couple bucks and were meant to last the summer. Those sneakers sure got a work out. By August they were falling apart and smelled to high heaven but it didn't matter because school was starting up soon and we weren't allowed to wear sneakers to school, leather dress shoes only. Some years I grew so much over the summer that my toes stuck out of them towards the end. I think the canvas was designed to rot out with just that in mind.
John