Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
After much contemplation, your question has brought me to the realization that there isn't anything I miss about being young. Not even Dawn H. and she wouldn't go out with me anyway. I'm much happier being old and married and 'fully developed." (as suit salesman once called me.)
I still have my sense of humor, my curiosity and just about everything about who I was as a child, but my knees. I miss my childhood knees that could take bumps and scrapes and kneeling for hours! :)
Cliff -- Tell Marilyn I'm mentally sending her a high five:)
Talon -- Oh yes, the knees. What I could do if I could just kneel and pick things up or scrub or... play jacks:)
Jeanie -- I like being an adult but I too miss those summer nights and the freedom we enjoyed playing well into the dark without fear. We ignored mother's calling us but headed for home immediately when dad called us in.
Playing games like "King of the Mountain," dodge ball and "Red Rover" with the neighborhood kids until we heard our fathers' whistles when the sun went down. Fun memories!
Hey, thanks for the props!! I don't think there's anything I miss, actually, except not having to explain myself when getting children's books for myself ;)
Ileana -- My dad was not a big man but he had a huge voice. When he called us every kid in town could hear him. Come to think of it, he was also quite a good whistler.
Changes in the wind -- I wish I could remember such a time. It seems I've always had questions. My first word was probably "why".
gigihawaii -- Oh yes, I remember so well roller skating on our huge screened in front porch. It was a sad day when we revisited that house and the porch I remembered as being so big was actually very small.
Belle -- Paper dolls were among my favorites. I could sit down right now and play with paper dolls. I don't remember that my daughter or any of my granddaughters played with them.
Chatty Crone -- I have to respond to this like I did to Changes in the wind. It seems like I have been a worrier forever. lol
Riot Kitty -- Hope your book will be a happy childhood memory for many children:)
Not being self-conscious. As I age I care less about what I say and how I look, but as a child it was so nice to be self-centered and not think about what others were thinking!
I loved paper dolls,too. I Still do and buy them for my grandchildren from Dover Publishing Co.
The ones I loved best were Shirley Temple with all her beautiful dresses and The Dionne Quintuplets. What a bargain they were. Five paper dolls for the price of one!
Tabor -- I envy you that. We were the preacher's kids and it seems we always had to think about what other people thought of us. It seemed the entire community had us on radar.
LL Cool Joe -- That energy, that wonderful, pain free, exhilarating energy that we never dreamed would one day go away.
Always Nesting -- How dare you bring that up! Yum, yum, yum. We saved bacon grease to cook everything in and fried chicken wasn't good unless it was dripping to our elbows.
Nancy -- We will have our granddaughter Hope quite a bit this summer. Maybe I can interest her in paper dolls. I think I'm dreaming because she is already 11. Shirley Temple paper dolls would be a tremendous find today.
Lynn -- That is true. I was carefully protected by my parents and by my siblings. It was shocking to go into the world and realize I would not take those shields with me everywhere.
I miss the freedom of being a kid. Back then, I never worried about money, or of acting like a silly kid and not caring about what people thought of me.
I'm a bit like Cliff in that I really don't miss anything at all - I couldn't wait to grow up and leave home. Grew up in a Forces Family (quarter's brat!) and just wanted to be in a home where I didn't move from every few years. So what did I do but marry a serviceman who was moved every few years - wasn't until I was in my 30's that we bought a permanent house. Cathy Still Waters
cube -- You are going to love retirement. You can act like a silly kid again and not care what people think of you Just wish i could say the money worries are gone too but guess we don't get that back until we...you know... bite the big one.
Snaggle Tooth --I hope you are looking toward a good retirement so you can have a year round vacation.
Cathy -- I wasn't a military brat but was a preacher's kid and moved every two to four years. I would go to church camp in June and return home on my birthday and never knew if the moving vans would be waiting for me:)
The boundless energy that I took for granted. I'd love to have even half of that energy now, and the knees to be able to use that energy properly.
The freedom from worry, loving parents, long lazy summer days, happy friends, kick the can with the neighbour kids in the summer twilight...so much more. As happy and carefree as those days were, I'm content now to watch my grandchildren enjoy their childhood and live vicariously through them.
Our gang. Two of whom I'm still in touch with - Jean and Elsie - pals since 1932 and they still delight in telling me what a young divil I was. Not true of course.
After much contemplation, your question has brought me to the realization that there isn't anything I miss about being young. Not even Dawn H. and she wouldn't go out with me anyway.
ReplyDeleteI'm much happier being old and married and 'fully developed." (as suit salesman once called me.)
Having summers off. (Rob)
ReplyDeleteCliff -- By "fully developed" I assume you don't mean mentally:)
ReplyDeleteRob and Monica -- Ron, you have that to look forward to in your retirement years. It's great!
Look, I can get that kind of abuse just by talking to Marilyn.
ReplyDeleteI still have my sense of humor, my curiosity and just about everything about who I was as a child, but my knees. I miss my childhood knees that could take bumps and scrapes and kneeling for hours! :)
ReplyDeletePlaying outside on summer nights with neighborhood kids is a great childhood memory for me, but all in all, I think I like being an adult.
ReplyDeleteCliff -- Tell Marilyn I'm mentally sending her a high five:)
ReplyDeleteTalon -- Oh yes, the knees. What I could do if I could just kneel and pick things up or scrub or... play jacks:)
Jeanie -- I like being an adult but I too miss those summer nights and the freedom we enjoyed playing well into the dark without fear. We ignored mother's calling us but headed for home immediately when dad called us in.
Playing games like "King of the Mountain," dodge ball and "Red Rover" with the neighborhood kids until we heard our fathers' whistles when the sun went down. Fun memories!
ReplyDeleteBelieving without questioning...
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed roller skating around and around my parents' garage and on sidewalks nearby. Fun!
ReplyDeletePlaying with paper dolls and dolls. It was wonderful fun! Great question.
ReplyDeleteHaha - I miss the worry I didn't have - do you know what I mean? sandie
ReplyDeleteHey, thanks for the props!! I don't think there's anything I miss, actually, except not having to explain myself when getting children's books for myself ;)
ReplyDeleteIleana -- My dad was not a big man but he had a huge voice. When he called us every kid in town could hear him. Come to think of it, he was also quite a good whistler.
ReplyDeleteChanges in the wind -- I wish I could remember such a time. It seems I've always had questions. My first word was probably "why".
gigihawaii -- Oh yes, I remember so well roller skating on our huge screened in front porch. It was a sad day when we revisited that house and the porch I remembered as being so big was actually very small.
Belle -- Paper dolls were among my favorites. I could sit down right now and play with paper dolls. I don't remember that my daughter or any of my granddaughters played with them.
Chatty Crone -- I have to respond to this like I did to Changes in the wind. It seems like I have been a worrier forever. lol
Riot Kitty -- Hope your book will be a happy childhood memory for many children:)
Not being self-conscious. As I age I care less about what I say and how I look, but as a child it was so nice to be self-centered and not think about what others were thinking!
ReplyDeleteThe extra energy I had to do things creative. Now everything feels like a bit of an effort.
ReplyDeleteSouthern Cooking. No guilt biscuits and bacon country gravy. Greasy fried chicken.
ReplyDeleteAnnie,
ReplyDeleteI loved paper dolls,too. I Still do and buy them for my grandchildren from Dover Publishing Co.
The ones I loved best were Shirley Temple with all her beautiful dresses and The Dionne Quintuplets. What a bargain they were. Five paper dolls for the price of one!
Tabor -- I envy you that. We were the preacher's kids and it seems we always had to think about what other people thought of us. It seemed the entire community had us on radar.
ReplyDeleteLL Cool Joe -- That energy, that wonderful, pain free, exhilarating energy that we never dreamed would one day go away.
Always Nesting -- How dare you bring that up! Yum, yum, yum. We saved bacon grease to cook everything in and fried chicken wasn't good unless it was dripping to our elbows.
Nancy -- We will have our granddaughter Hope quite a bit this summer. Maybe I can interest her in paper dolls. I think I'm dreaming because she is already 11. Shirley Temple paper dolls would be a tremendous find today.
My only worry was getting my homework done, so having a worry free existence (and lack of meaningful responsibility) is what I miss the most.
ReplyDeleteG.B. Miller -- Amen brother!
ReplyDeleteThat feeling of being protected.
ReplyDeleteLynn -- That is true. I was carefully protected by my parents and by my siblings. It was shocking to go into the world and realize I would not take those shields with me everywhere.
ReplyDeleteI miss the freedom of being a kid. Back then, I never worried about money, or of acting like a silly kid and not caring about what people thought of me.
ReplyDeleteSuch an easy question to answer!
ReplyDeleteA long Summer vacation of course! I really want summers off again!
I'm a bit like Cliff in that I really don't miss anything at all - I couldn't wait to grow up and leave home. Grew up in a Forces Family (quarter's brat!) and just wanted to be in a home where I didn't move from every few years. So what did I do but marry a serviceman who was moved every few years - wasn't until I was in my 30's that we bought a permanent house.
ReplyDeleteCathy
Still Waters
cube -- You are going to love retirement. You can act like a silly kid again and not care what people think of you Just wish i could say the money worries are gone too but guess we don't get that back until we...you know... bite the big one.
ReplyDeleteSnaggle Tooth --I hope you are looking toward a good retirement so you can have a year round vacation.
Cathy -- I wasn't a military brat but was a preacher's kid and moved every two to four years. I would go to church camp in June and return home on my birthday and never knew if the moving vans would be waiting for me:)
The boundless energy that I took for granted. I'd love to have even half of that energy now, and the knees to be able to use that energy properly.
ReplyDeleteThe freedom from worry, loving parents, long lazy summer days, happy friends, kick the can with the neighbour kids in the summer twilight...so much more. As happy and carefree as those days were, I'm content now to watch my grandchildren enjoy their childhood and live vicariously through them.
Running through the woods as fast as I could!
ReplyDeletePat MacKenzie -- And we didn't even know what boundless energy was. lol
ReplyDeletedr momi -- Were you wearing a red cape and running from the big bad wolf?
I do think what I miss most is good health, strength and not having to worry about hurting myself. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteHope all is well in your neighbourhood - big bad winds all gone away?
ReplyDeleteCathy
I can't say I miss my childhood. Maybe that is because I experience once again through the grand children.
ReplyDeleteOur gang. Two of whom I'm still in touch with - Jean and Elsie - pals since 1932 and they still delight in telling me what a young divil I was.
ReplyDeleteNot true of course.
I miss having the summers off....because now I'd give anything to spend the summer with my little one.
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