mruffruff,

Boy did that ever make me smile. Kick the can. Being able to stay out until it got dark without worrying about some pedophile snatching you up.

I remember a game in elementary school called, "I see girly". You'd fold your arms in front of you, and say, "I see girly, girly who?? Girly with the pink skirt (or whatever the person you chose was wearing) on, Y-O-U!" Then the two girls would keep their arms folded in front of them and hop on one foot, pushing the other girl, trying to make her put her foot down.

Respect was a big thing then too. My parents raised me right and always taught me to respect my elders, say please and thank you, and shake hands with a "firm" hand. It showed you meant it.

Back then you didn't have a care in the world. You didn't have to worry about how you were gonna pay your bills, where your next meal was coming from. You had sleepovers, and your friends ate meals at your house more than their own.

Your parents could leave their cars in the driveway with the keys in it, didn't have to lock your doors and you trusted everyone. People also seemed to be much friendlier back then.

Times have really changed. Now, instead of settling arguments with words, it's usually with a weapon. So sad.

But the memories did put a smile on my face, and for that, I thank you Brody's Mum