The Good Old Days

~ Gottfried

Wish we could turn back time to the good old days. When our momma sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out. My curfew was lighting bugs. My parents didn’t call my cell, they yelled my name. I played outside and not online. If I didn’t eat what my mom cooked, I didn’t eat. I’m beginning to think we were the last generation to embrace the outdoors. Today’s kids are couch potatoes.

In the old days men were men in-deed and were married by women deserving of them. Not these chewing gum boys and Instagram girls who can’t even cook a happy meal. I wish there was a way to know you were in the good old days before you left them. Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory. I’m pretty sure things weren’t as rosy as I imagine. We all wanted to grow up so bad. Now look at us. Idiots.

If I could turn back the hands of time, then my darlin’ you’d still be mine. Funny how time goes by, and blessings are missed in the wink of an eye. Why should one have to go on suffering. When every day I pray please come back to me. I wish my book of life were written in pencil, there are a few pages I’ll like to erase. All the time spent in traffic and banking halls top that list. I remember the good old days when ‘snap, crackle and pop’ were sounds I heard from my cereal and not my body.

Hard to believe I once had a phone attached to a wall. When it rang, I’d pick it up without knowing who was calling. Amazing I’m still alive. I miss those days when I could just throw someone into the pool without having to worry whether they had their phone in their pocket. I miss the good old days when I used to do things instead of just reminisce and bask in the nostalgia. The best thing about the good old days was that I wasn’t good, and I wasn’t old.

Kids today are so weak. Back in the day if you were playing football and you stubbed your toe, you carried on like nothing happened. Essentially you tricked yourself into postponing the pain so that it can coincide with when your parents are giving you an arse-whooping for coming home late. Back when I was young, if you got into a car accident, you just died, and didn’t complain. None of this snowflake nonsense you see today. Kids crying because they lost a limb? Pathetic.

The good old days are now. In the good old days, you could go into a store with some change and get a loaf of bread, a crate of eggs, a watermelon and a brand new bike. But today, nope, you can’t do that. There’s just way too many surveillance cameras. Remember the good old days before Facebook, Instagram and Twitter? When you would take a picture of your dinner on disposable camera, go and get the photos developed, then go round to your friends houses and show them all the photo? No? Me neither. Stop it!

Cocaine, heroin, morphine, and opium? Oh, we called that medicine. Looking at an old picture and wishing you could go back to that moment. I still don’t understand why I was so excited to ride a bicycle. Now the thought of pedaling crosses my mind and I shudder. All that effort! Getting excited for ice cream is something I can get behind. Only to open the case and find lots of needles and different colors of thread.

Good days, bad days, and old days. The purpose of our lives is to be happy. Everything is changing, people are taking the comedians seriously and the politicians as a joke. As a nine year old, I remember thinking that kissing a girl would make her pregnant. Turned out I was right, even mere hugging could do the trick. Some days I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things.

Twice

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450 thoughts on “The Good Old Days”

  1. “Getting excited for ice cream is something I can get behind. Only to open the case and find lots of needles and different colors of thread”.

    This resonated so hard with me cuz my mum always kept her sewing kit in the box of Danish cookies 😭. I think I can trace my trust issues back there 😂😂😂

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  3. The good old days are now. ❤️❤️❤️
    Deep!

    It’s crazy how we’re either stuck reminiscing on the nostalgia of a better past, or the anticipation of a better future.

    Very few people know how to live in the now, appreciate what we have right in front of us and make the best use of our today. So we constantly miss out on the blessings of today, forgetting that today fast becomes tomorrow to be reminisced on.

    The good old days are now, not in the past, not yet to come… now. 🙏🏽

    Nice one dear. Captivating and on point as always. ❤️

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  4. Back when I was young, if you got into a car accident, you just died, and didn’t complain.

    This is so true. Live the moment , rest is history. 😃🤭🖤

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      1. By god’s bless, not a single one till now.
        I can relate it with unwanted and complex laws made by governments. In today “it is not easy to live or die”.

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  6. The good old days! I remember I could do summersault and backflip then, I felt ontop of the world just because I could dat. But now, the thought of it alone gets me so scared 😔😔, m sure if I try dat now 🤣🤣….u know the rest 😂

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  10. LOL, “without having to worry whether they had their phone in their pocket”. This is so true. Nowadays, whatever happens, we first think of the phone, either calling somebody, shooting a quick video, posting a picture, shouting a complaint online, or change the status. A good meal involves not only good taste and nice companions, but also a bragging photo on Facebook.

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