How did You Pass the Time Growing Up.

Remember how unwise it was to complain to your mother that you were "bored".

Best to find something to do, ANYTHING to do, rather than complain to her and have her find "something" for you to do. That "something" was always going to involve cleaning, y'know.
 

Growing up on a large 80 acre farm out in the country was like a 'mini' version of Disneyland for me as a child. .. many animals, a good sized woods, orchard, gardens, and so many acres to roam around everyday. Even the smokehouse was dubbed the Three Bears House .. never a dull moment.
 
Bonnie said:
Growing up on a large 80 acre farm out in the country was like a 'mini' version of Disneyland for me as a child. .. many animals, a good sized woods, orchard, gardens, and so many acres to roam around everyday. Even the smokehouse was dubbed the Three Bears House .. never a dull moment.
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Sounds idyllic Bonnie. Wish I had grown up that way. I went to the country but not to a farm.
 

I was outside from morning 'til night. Me, my brother and the neighborhood kids, both boys and girls. Every kind of game you can imagine. And sometimes, we would get in trouble. Our moms would yell at all of us, not just her own child. And we knew we deserved it. We were taught a sense of right and wrong back then, not just from our own parents, but the other kid's parents as well.

We lived fairly close to a city pool and spent every afternoon there in the summer. We were all brown as berries by the end of summer. I also played softball. I loved being on a softball team and to this day love playing it. If the chance would come up today to play, I would take it. I grew up in a working class neighborhood, but I had a great childhood.
 
Played outside, most of the time, when we got out of school, at 3:15 PM. We swam in the summer, had snowball fights in the winter. Rode our bikes all over our neighborhood. Planted a garden, with my Mom, for a few years. Kids were everywhere.

When I went back to my old hood, Southside of Chicago, an area you now hear about in the evening news, for all of the wrong reasons, it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. As the gf and I drove down the streets, we did not see a single person, anywhere. It felt like Twilight Zone. I feel sad for everyone who lives there, but sadder, yet, for the kids who'll never have happy memories, like mine.
 
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