I think of gravel roads not yet paved, and vast countrysides not yet subdivised.
I think of drive-in movies instead of walk-in theaters.
I think of little country stores instead of huge shopping centers.
I think of payphones instead of smartphones.
I think of tire swings.
I think of swimming in creeks and lakes.
I think of running around outside bare footed and drinking from water hoses- and no one thinking anything of it.
I think of going to yard sales and flea markets with Grandma
I think of RC colas and Moon Pies.
I think of chewing Super Bubble bubble Gum.
I think of riding around in the backs of pickup trucks.
I think of acid/hair bands instead of emo bands…Kansas, Journey, Boston, Van Halen, Whitesnake and Mötley Crue.
I think of going to church with Uma.
I think of real TV shows like “Dukes of Hazzard,” “Dallas,” “BJ and the Bear,” and “Chips,” instead of reality shows.
I think of box office movies like “Smokey and the Bandit,” “Jaws,” “Star Wars,” “ET,” and “The Goonies,” instead of the crappy movies of today.
I think of eating at the dinner table instead of in front of the TV or computer.
I think of big old Victorian houses with huge wrap-around porches.
I think of wood stoves and homemade ice cream straight from my grandmother’s ice-cream churn.
I think of shelling peas and shucking corn with Grandma.
I think of fist fights instead of gun fights.
I think of The Lord’s Prayer and The Pledge of Allegiance at the beginning of every school day.
I think of long summer days spent climbing trees, running, skating, bike riding and playing Hide-and-seek instead of sitting in the house playing video games and texting.
I think of running home when the first of the street lights started blinking on in the evening when the sun went down.
I think of Mom or Uma giving out a loud whistle when it was time for lunch and dinner and hearing that whistle for several blocks.
I think of big family Thanksgivings and Christmases.
I think of watching Saturday morning cartoons like “The Bugs Bunny-Roadrunner Show,” “Tweety & Sylvester,” “Pepe Le Pew,” “Yogi Bear,” “Scooby Doo,” “Popeye,” and other TV goodies.
I think of Halloweens when the neighborhood was crawling with trick-or-treaters. No one considered it the devil’s holiday, not even those in church but just an innocent night of fun and playing dress up.
I think of watching “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.”
I think of watching “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” and “Frosty the Snowman” during the Christmas season.
Most of all, I think of living in an America that treated its servicemen and women with honor…an America where political correctness wasn’t overblown…an America which was moral, God-fearing, and free of the fear of terrorism within its borders.
I feel sorry for the kids today. I feel sorry for anyone thirty or younger. If only they could get a taste of the world we grew up in. It’s sad that freedom is dying in America.
Those days weren’t just great. They were magical! Those were the days of freedom!