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Things ain’t what they used to be and probably never was. ~Will Rogers

Ahhh the good old days…

When being a kid meant playing outside in the field down the street.

Riding my blue bike with the banana seat and monkey bars to the corner store to buy 99 cent smokes for Dad

playing Cowboys and Indians

drinking from the garden hose

Double Dutch skip rope

Hula hooping and Basket shooting

jaw-breakers, cherry coke and Black Cat gum

Hop Scotch and Blue Bells Cockle Shells Easy Ivy Over

Hide and Seek and Frozen Tag

hanging with friends at the river and rolling up our pants to fearlessly cross the dam

watching ants, spiders, Daddy Long Legs and butterflies

the sweet taste of clovers

holding Butter Cups under my chin

large groups of kids, wreaking havoc throughout the neighbourhood

grass-stained jeans, mosquito bites, bruises, cuts and scrapes, sweaty and tangled hair

staying outside until the street lights came on.

Sometimes I feel sorry for kids today

sitting around indoors with their iPods, iPads, iPhones

while all of nature waits to be their playground…

…outside where imaginations rule and dreams take flight.

Are your kids missing out?

What’s your favourite childhood memory?