Do you remember the good old days when:
- a letter from a friend or a monthly magazine in the mail was one of the highlights of your day;
- your elementary school participated in “penpal” programs with other schools in far away exotic lands;
- you looked forward to getting a loot bag at a friend’s birthday party;
- stores and malls closed at 5PM and nothing was open on Sundays;
- dinner meant eating as a family, homemade food, fresh and hot off the stove because your mother would only heat up the pot once;
- you had to wait an entire summer to get the answer to the cliffhanger of a tv show (à la “Who Shot JR?”);
- the only way to record your favorite song was to leave your tape recorder next to the radio and race to press the record button;
- dropping the needle on a 45 album was the only way to re-listen to your favorite part of a song;
- fun on a Saturday was a matinee movie at the cinema with snacks “sneaked in” or breaking out Monopoly, Scrabble or a deck of cards around the kitchen table;
- squabbling over the big clunky channel box (pre-remote days) was normal because there was only one tv in the entire house;
- librarians helped bookworms like us to sort through library index cards to find just the right books for a project;
- you only got your messages at the end of the day, after school, on the big tape recorder-like machine attached to the landline telephone;
- taking “real” photos meant waiting to finish an entire “roll” of film before taking it to the store to be developed and waiting an entire week to get them back – you could easily have two birthdays and Christmas on the same roll;
- getting your mother to buy a certain cereal had nothing to do with its taste but everything to do with the Smurf toy, Jungle Book figurine that you could hang off a cup or the secret ink detective pen at the bottom of the box.
The older folks out there know what I’m talking about…
It sounds corny but I wouldn’t trade in those sweet, simpler memories of the old days.
What could you add to this list of sentimental nostalgia? Feel free to add as many as you want in the comments box.
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