The Dinosaur Days











Back In The Dinosaur Days...

Someone asked the other day, 'What was your favourite
 'fast food' when you were growing up?'
'We didn't have fast food when I was growing up,' 
I informed him.
'All the food was slow.'
'C'mon, seriously.. Where did you eat?'
'It was a place called 'home,'' I explained. 
'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat
down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like 
what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I 
did like it.' ( don’t I remember this one!)

By this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was 
going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him 
the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

But here are some other things I would have told him about my 
childhood if I'd figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, 
wore jeans, set foot on a golf course, 
traveled out of the country or had a credit card.

My parents never drove me to school... I had a bicycle that 
weighed probably 50 pounds, 
and only had one speed (slow) or I walked.

We didn't have a television in our house until I was 10. It was,
of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at 
10 PM, after playing the national anthem and epilogue; it came
back on the air at about 6 am. And there was usually a locally 
produced news and farm show on, featuring local people.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and 
all boys delivered newspapers --My brother delivered a newspaper, seven days a week. 
He had to get up at 6 every morning.

Film stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in 
the films. There were no movie ratings because all movies were
responsibly produced for everyone to enjoy viewing, without 
profanity or violence or almost anything offensive.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you 
may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren.  Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?

 
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