Thankful for My Very Simple Childhood
I am a Baby Boomer and had the good fortune to grow up when, for the most part, childhoods were simple. And, for that, I am very thankful.
Growing up in Houston with my family...aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents...nearby I was never at a loss for someone to play with.
Summer vacation began right after Memorial Day and we did not go back to school until after Labor Day. Basically, we had 3 months to goof off, sleep late, and get into all sorts of trouble.
We went to Vacation Bible School for a few weeks each summer but the only thing I remember was the vanilla graham cookies and the small glass of grapefruit juice they gave us. (weird combination but I liked it!)
On Saturdays, we played outside all day until we had to go in for dinner. After dinner, we went back outside to play until it got dark.
We played football in the front yard on Sundays and when it rained, we played board games inside.
Instead of playing games created by someone out in Simi Valley that required batteries or a plug, we made up our own games.
I didn’t have a prefab dollhouse so I made one using all of the books from the huge bookcase we had. The morning was spent designing the house so by the time I was finished, I had lost all interest in playing with my dolls.
My social media was my neighborhood, the playground, Sunday School or the classroom. To "unfriend" someone, all we had to do was walk away.
Pizza was homemade as was most everything else I ate. Every cake, cookie, and pie I ate was homemade. And being the good Texas household, we made our own iced tea, complete with lemon and sugar.
|I'm the one trying to shove the egg in her mouth. What else is new?!|
As much as I love the technology we have today, I am eternally thankful that my childhood was spent in ignorant bliss where my biggest concern was what dessert we were having for Sunday dinner.
This is an entry in Debbie Reynold's 12 Days of Thanks Giving 2017 Active Rain Challenge.