I've been in a very reflective mood lately. I'm not trying to be a bummer here, but it's probably because both my parents have passed on, I'm soon to be 69 and find myself saying "where did the time go?" Plus the fact the this world is so flipping crazy these days, it's almost like I'm finding peace in the past. But I know we must forge ahead come hell or high water because we have to.
I mentioned this in another thread and while my childhood was pretty darned good my favorite time was from summer of 1962 to mid summer of 1964, ages 9 through 11. I fondly call the house we were living in at the time "my last stop at just being a kid." There were still some houses that were being built, so my buddies and I asked the carpenters what would we could take. They'd show us and we'd load our wagons up and head off to the local woods to build tree platforms. Had ropes where we'd swing from one tree to the next. Oh, if my mom saw us doing that she would have had a fit! Used to go down the street at one friends house and swam in their pools for hours with not a care in the world. I was in 4th and 5th grade at the time and really enjoyed school back then. Loved the magic of Halloween back then. Couldn't wait for it!
We weren't spoiled by any means and were probably in the "middle of the middle class." We were never bored. I read a lot then, built models with my saved allowance money and loved listening to the local stations on my transistor radio! I thought that was the coolest thing ever!
I was really captivated by black and white TV at the time. To me it seemed like I was looking at a different world. I remember many of the shows back then, some of the early rocket launchings and even remember seeing some of JFK's press conferences. On Sunday nights the Ed Sullivan show was a must for our family. Who of age could ever forget seeing the Beatles for the first time? That's what initially triggered an interest in music. Man, I miss the wonderment of that whole time.
While I remember many moments there's one I remember and don't know why. It was in the summer of '63 and I was riding my bike. It was about 7:30 at night when the sun was behind the trees casting their shadows but there was still plenty of light. I can remember exactly where I was and I remember being outside of myself while looking at myself. It was just one of those perfect moments, but it's something that I couldn't put into words. It was a feeling that came over me of somehow knowing it was a perfect moment. Make sense? To this day I still ask myself why do I remember that one little moment so well? Years later I remember reading something from a man who was a college student in '63. He said "if we knew what laid just around the corner I think we would have made that summer last forever." Maybe that's what I felt at that moment on my bike. Wanting to make that summer last forever.
All right, I could go on and on with memories but I've babbled enough here. Lets hear your stories.
I mentioned this in another thread and while my childhood was pretty darned good my favorite time was from summer of 1962 to mid summer of 1964, ages 9 through 11. I fondly call the house we were living in at the time "my last stop at just being a kid." There were still some houses that were being built, so my buddies and I asked the carpenters what would we could take. They'd show us and we'd load our wagons up and head off to the local woods to build tree platforms. Had ropes where we'd swing from one tree to the next. Oh, if my mom saw us doing that she would have had a fit! Used to go down the street at one friends house and swam in their pools for hours with not a care in the world. I was in 4th and 5th grade at the time and really enjoyed school back then. Loved the magic of Halloween back then. Couldn't wait for it!
We weren't spoiled by any means and were probably in the "middle of the middle class." We were never bored. I read a lot then, built models with my saved allowance money and loved listening to the local stations on my transistor radio! I thought that was the coolest thing ever!
I was really captivated by black and white TV at the time. To me it seemed like I was looking at a different world. I remember many of the shows back then, some of the early rocket launchings and even remember seeing some of JFK's press conferences. On Sunday nights the Ed Sullivan show was a must for our family. Who of age could ever forget seeing the Beatles for the first time? That's what initially triggered an interest in music. Man, I miss the wonderment of that whole time.
While I remember many moments there's one I remember and don't know why. It was in the summer of '63 and I was riding my bike. It was about 7:30 at night when the sun was behind the trees casting their shadows but there was still plenty of light. I can remember exactly where I was and I remember being outside of myself while looking at myself. It was just one of those perfect moments, but it's something that I couldn't put into words. It was a feeling that came over me of somehow knowing it was a perfect moment. Make sense? To this day I still ask myself why do I remember that one little moment so well? Years later I remember reading something from a man who was a college student in '63. He said "if we knew what laid just around the corner I think we would have made that summer last forever." Maybe that's what I felt at that moment on my bike. Wanting to make that summer last forever.
All right, I could go on and on with memories but I've babbled enough here. Lets hear your stories.
