Thanks, Jenise. The world has sure changed since our childhood days. So has parenting. I am glad I raised my children before the digital age really kicked in.
Great Job. The pictures really add to your poem. Things I remember from your poem. Blue Angles, Go outside and play until the signal to come home, "you did things you shouldn’t have and some you should".
You're bringing back memories for me, the entire 'feeling' of when we grew up was of innocence, trust, community. Times have changed drastically but maybe it's different only because I'm growing older.
I wonder if kids grow up too fast these days. They are exposes to so much by the internet and media. I think I was a kid during a “golden period” to be a kid.
Well timed, Mark! Just got back from a trip “back home” (northern Chicago burbs) for our 50th grade school reunion, and there were a lot of “can you believe we ever...?” discussions. 😁 But a lot of fond memories, also. 😊
Although I was born and raised on the Left Coast, you've described our subdivision so well.
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"Where I’m from
you knew your neighbors
parents said, “go outside and play.”
children played until the street lights came on
the signal to come home"
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Same experience. Grateful we were "free-range kids". I miss those days.
Thanks, Jenise. The world has sure changed since our childhood days. So has parenting. I am glad I raised my children before the digital age really kicked in.
Saw those times in my mind. Well written, perfectly described.
Thanks, Janice. It is fun to reminisce. 🤓
Where I'm From is beautiful, a masterpiece.
Thank you, Bill. I appreciate it. 🤓
It would be nice if time just stopped. Or if we could go back. Memories are nice, but to live it again would be nicer.
This was a beautiful poem. You and your brother were very cute as children.
Thanks, V.C. Is that the dream? To be able to live it all again and fix the mistakes!
Beautiful depiction of innocence, and trust and happiness.
Funny, how time slips away.
Thanks, John. So true.
It seems like yesterday, and forever ago.
Great Job. The pictures really add to your poem. Things I remember from your poem. Blue Angles, Go outside and play until the signal to come home, "you did things you shouldn’t have and some you should".
Thanks for a good read to begin my day.
Thanks, Scott. Those were different times, for sure.
Not sure the world is where it’s from anymore, Mark! Enjoyed.
True. It always changes. Thanks Adrian.
You're bringing back memories for me, the entire 'feeling' of when we grew up was of innocence, trust, community. Times have changed drastically but maybe it's different only because I'm growing older.
I wonder if kids grow up too fast these days. They are exposes to so much by the internet and media. I think I was a kid during a “golden period” to be a kid.
Well timed, Mark! Just got back from a trip “back home” (northern Chicago burbs) for our 50th grade school reunion, and there were a lot of “can you believe we ever...?” discussions. 😁 But a lot of fond memories, also. 😊
It is like that whenever I go home. My parents still live in the same house. They are the last ones on the block from those days.
Wow. Way to start my day off with tears. But so relevant, and true!! Are you sure we weren't neighbors?
Thanks Cyn. Neighbors from different towns. 😉🙂
My town (Ypsilanti, Michigan) wasn’t exactly a small town, but it was a smaller world back then. Thanks JD.