When you get lines and vines.......
When you grow a beard or a mustache....
When you need help figuring out electronics.....
When you become a 'repeater'... I agree kid, color me guilty.
When you have readers everywhere
Some, even made up a list
Talking about 'the good old days'
Gardening
Drinking Tea
Listening to the radio
Watching daytime TV
Talking about aches and pains
Sleeping
Knitting
Complaining about the weather
Doing crosswords.
What year were you born Grandpa........... 1952... and, you're not dead?
We, of age, might say
When you can cough, fart, sneeze and pee at the same time.
When, the only females that pursue you are mosquitos
You knew the Dead Sea when it was only sick
When the candles cost more than the cake.....
Married twice, which, is my 'out' for not saying which one this was..... Quite fetching, she'd get highly aggrevated at 'catcalls'... a smart alec hubby would comment, "The time to worry is when you no longer hear them."
Ten or so miles East of my hometown is Excelsior Springs. Waaaaay back in the late 1800's, a farmer had his daughter drink from a spring there - and presto, she was cured of tuberculous. Katy bar the door... word traveled, folks came and came... the water won awards at both the 1893 and 1904 World Fairs.
Why?
WE WANT TO BE YOUNG. FORE'ER....
"There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age." Sophia Loren
Sears has a Santa Claus....... but being young has freedom, energy, fewer responsibilities, better health, optimism, much.
We've all seen videos of kids, having just met, hugging, becoming best buds, no mater the size, age, clothes, weather, color, yada..... we see children jump in to help without being asked...
Kids have unmatched BIG, BIG SMILES, and WIDE, BRIGHT EYES!
Kids can find fun just about anywhere, doing just about anything. One speed, full bore.
For fun, and sure, part need maybe, I gave each of my three grandkids forty bucks to go to our town's most charitable, lowest priced, thrift store, to buy clothes or whatever else their heart desired. My ex, their granny, had just lost her aging houndpooch. The youngest grandchild, 9, searched the entire store for something that would ease the hurt of her granny losing her dog - before she bought anything for herself. That's kids today. Empathetic.
I briefly scanned an article by a shrink who studies American youths....common perception "They don't care what people - their mothers and fathers and uncles and aunts think of them. They haven't any sense of shame, honor or duty. They don't care about anything except pleasure."
Trickster he was, as this was a quote about flappers from 1926. He found, youth of today, as measured by test scores - smarter. More patient. With more time spent in school, schedules jam packed, kids are anything besides lazy, having less unstructured time, thus, a tad bit of burnout.
I haven't done a very good job of communicating what I wanted to...... It's a pretty stressy era we're going thru for VARIOUS reasons. We need, feel good.
To me, kids give good cause for a feel good. Among my favorite moments in life - I was teaching Elementary PE long ago.... Seven times a day, thirty or so kids would walk into the gym quietly, but OH if I could recapture the smiles from those days, the excited look of "What are we doin' today coach?" Twas the best. Minimum, ten times a day a wonderful little sweaty palm would hand me a piece of candy, a note, a small gift... giving. They learnt me more than I they.
Have your own little loved ones? Hug em up, fill your lap... talk, ask, listen. They 'ain't there long'.... Mine are now 9, 13 and 15. It usedta be easy. Pull into ANY playground, two hours of fun guaranteed. It's a little more difficult now as 'too cool for that' has naturally happened - so, we go, stop, unannounced, no time for "Nah, I don't wanna, I'm too old for that." They jump out and again, are kids.
Just like we wanna be.
Love, Victurd
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