Funny how we all refer to the good old days of youth as the better ones. Many of us would do it over again if we knew then what we know now. But many of us who haven’t seen “youth” in some time would never want to be a kid/teen now. Too rough. Too tough. Too much bullying, competition, drugs. Not enough discipline, goals, etiquette. Some call it the “me” generation, though it seems that every generation is a self-centered one. Could be wrong.
When I was a kid, I walked to school three miles . . . just joking. But we do have tales to tell about how much more difficult some things were then, because we didn’t have the technology, or the transportation, or the wherewithal. I don’t know that things improve with age, unless it’s wine, but getting older does provide wisdom and insight—for some, anyway. Others remain (blissfully) naïve. And others (foolishly) stagnate. But then it all depends on the point of view, doesn’t it?
I don’t mind getting old(er); just wish I didn’t have to look the part. When my number is up, so be it, but should it be later than sooner, do I have to go looking like a prune? All right, yes, there’s a cure for that: it’s called plastic surgery. If you have the $, go for it. Why not? If you don’t, well, I guess the nickname “Pruney” will take some getting use to.
Seems like only yesterday I was a kid not listening to my mom. Now I’m the mom and she’s the kid, and I don’t think she listens much to me. Must be a cyclical thing. Or a getting-you-back thing.
Can’t say the old days were better ones, but there’s something to be said for the innocence of childhood and youth—those days when you were learning about the world, and how you could influence or manipulate the little one that revolved around you.
Can also say the old days held good times. And “now” days are providing some enjoyable ones, too. I’m betting big-time (!) that the days and years still to come will offer scores of them. Wanna know why? ‘Cause I’m not gonna have it any other way!