My curfew was the street light. My parents called my name, not my cell. I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn’t eat what my parents 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 a helmet, getting dirty was ok, and neighbors LOVED YOU as much as your parents did. Re-blog if you drank water from a garden hose and survived
We officially are an old enough generation that we can say, “Back in my day…” and whatever we are referencing, about how things were done in our day, sounds strange. Ugh. This. World.