The good old days! Wow, what memories…
I grew up in an extraordinary time; when we thought of rain as a blessing- a time to go out and play. A time when we covered our school books with newspapers and plastic cover, and that was enough for us. When did we develop these huge egos and this poor attitude? We were kids once upon a time…
I grew up in an era where everyone went to church on a Sunday in their best outfit. We made a big deal out of Christmas because we valued what it represented, moreover we valued family. We prayed for each other as much as we prayed for ourselves. A time when we were not striving to be like each other, we were happy to be ourselves. I remember when sharing a bedroom or eating from the same plate didn’t make us poor, it made us a family.
We laughed without guilt, gave with no expectations, we were excited about life because we knew our purpose.
Even though we had reasons to be sad at times, we didn’t use that as our excuse. We knew we had no right to give up on life, on each other and on ourselves. We were so proud of who we were, where we came from and we made no secret of what we believed. We apologized when we were wrong, because love for one another mattered more to us than our pride. Our neighbor’s pain was ours; their happiness was our happiness, their sugar too!
We were young, and didn’t have to be old to be wise. When someone gave us an old T-shirt, we looked to handing down a T-shirt we also loved to someone else as a gift. We didn’t question ourselves about our worth, we knew we mattered, we didn’t doubt our parents’ love, and they loved us. We had dreams, but we were not greedy, we were ambitious but not ruthless, we were satisfied with what we had because we trusted God to provide. Because we knew how to pray back then and prayers were answered.
We knew the value of friendship and we knew how to walk in love. Oh yes, girls knew how to cook, boys could fix anything. We never used the
words “broke; depressed; stressed; nervous breakdown” because we didn’t see ourselves that way. Our parents trusted us when we left the house to not smoke and drink, and we trusted them to work things out and not divorce. We didn’t have it all, but we knew how to love.
The magic wasn’t in flying, but in walking on earth. People didn’t own cell phones and no one could use the internet but we spoke more often. We didn’t understand everything, but we understood ourselves.
Whatever happened to us?