Ode To A Simple Life
DISCLAIMER: Cannot take credit for writing this one, but good enough to share:
My curfew was the street lights.
My mom called my name, not my cell…
I played outside with friends, not online.
If I didn’t eat what my mom cooked then I didn’t eat.
Sanitizer didn’t exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap.
I rode a bike without helmet, getting dirty was OK, and neighbors gave a damn as much as your parents did.
Pass this on if you drank water from a garden hose & survived.