I was born in 1950. I miss those days. Kids could play baseball in front of their homes on the street and no one bothered you. You visit your friends and yell.out hey so and so can you come out and play…we climbed trees….played in. Mud puddles. The simplest things in life brought great joy to all the kids. Not like today with all the hate, gangs, disrespect, no Love anymore. From young to old more hatred…sad how bad life has gotten in the 21st century.
February 22, 2021 @ 12:38 pm
I was born in 1950. I miss those days. Kids could play baseball in front of their homes on the street and no one bothered you. You visit your friends and yell.out hey so and so can you come out and play…we climbed trees….played in. Mud puddles. The simplest things in life brought great joy to all the kids. Not like today with all the hate, gangs, disrespect, no Love anymore. From young to old more hatred…sad how bad life has gotten in the 21st century.
February 22, 2021 @ 12:09 pm
Oh those days when cars were a thing of beauty and not all alike -resembling worn bars of soap