The Good Old Days

There is nothing more infuriating to me than hearing about the good old days.  I thought it was the bastion of old men, usually grandads, telling us how rubbish the world is now and how great it was when they didn’t have telly and all worked down the mines.

Well, folks, you’re all there.  You’ve all started doing it and I couldn’t be more frustrated about it.

If I get one more Facebook meme pop up telling me that life was perfect when we all stayed outside until the street lights came on and how we all did more of this and less of this .

Have you bloody heard yourselves.  For goodness sake.

You must remember what it was like when you were a child and your parents banged on about how great the 50’s were.  Well, now YOU’RE doing it.  The 70’s were not that great, you just think they were because you’re now a grown up.mud legs

It was great playing outside, but back then parents weren’t judgemental.  They didn’t blame parents because a bad person took advantage of a child enjoying their childhood.  They were unlucky.  Nowadays, I guarantee that a good chunk of parents would love to have their kids out playing, but are afraid of being judged for it.  Can you imagine seeing your neighbours 4-year-old playing around the road?  Tell me you wouldn’t call someone after you’ve seen it happen for days on end?

We are the product of our own social norms and we’ve got no-one else to blame but ourselves.

As for the phone issue.  If someone had given me a phone at 12 years old that did what phones do now I would have been over the moon.  Much like children do now, I’d have spent lots of time on it, but I’d spend time at school, time in the garden, time playing sport, some more time on my phone.  My parents didn’t let me watch television 24 hours a day, I wasn’t allowed to read at the dinner table.  We’re all perfectly capable of managing this amazing technology and embrace it for what it is………….bloody amazing.

Feel free to look back on your childhood with nostalgia but please stop comparing it to our children’s childhood……….because whatever you’re moaning about now, will be their “Good old days”.  Imagine that!

 

4 thoughts on “The Good Old Days

  1. Suzanne3childrenandit

    Couldn’t agree more. There are pros and cons to every era and the problem, I think, is that every single one of ours looks back with rose tinted spectacles. We only ever remember the good bits!

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  2. Anya from Older Single Mum and The Healer

    I’ve been thinking about this since I first read it the other day. I quite like reading about how things used to be and have even been considering writing a proper post because I keep finding myself saying ‘I remember when’ – but I realised because it’s because I’m so old and we just remember them. I’m not saying they were better and I know what you’re getting at, but sometimes it’s just nostalgia. I remember dial up phones (if you had one at all), no tv and then one but none during the day, bin men who came round the back of the house and returned your bin there without waking up the whole street and a whole ton of other stuff. You don’t know what you haven’t got at that point until you get it!

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