Back Then

I miss the old days, I really do. I miss the days when girls were girls and boys were boys. The days when there was no such thing as an awkward silence or awkward sexual tension. The days when girls and boys thought that the opposite gender had cooties and it was more important to get the swings than it was to make eyes at the opposite sex. I miss the days when we could all run around shirtless and the words boobies were associated with the goofy blue footed birds. I miss the days when we played outside and climbed on the roofs of garages and pretended our three wheelers were cars. I miss the days when fire hydrants were really secret computers that only kids could see. I miss the days of beating imaginary friends at checkers and soccer and racing games. I miss chasing after the ice cream man so I could get a ninja turtle ice cream pop and eat the gumball eyes.

Those were the good days, man. Those were the times when the most difficult choice was where we should place those toys and our biggest issue was with mum yelling at us for dragging mud into the house after being a "baker" all day. That was fun.