As I get older, I just want everything new to suck.
I worry often if I am stunting my child’s development by the amount of time I spend telling her about TV shows from the 80’s and 90’s.
A scary thought that jumps into my head is that, out there in America, there is a person who voted for Nixon twice, Bush twice, Trump once, and if possible Trump again. And that person is proud of that distinction.
Does anyone take a Sunday drive anymore?
I vaguely remember that at a block party when I was a kid, that one of the fathers, who was wearing sandals, had six toes on one foot. And he caught me silently counting his toes when I thought no one was looking. I can still see that goofy look on his face, as he wasn’t embarrassed, but he was acknowledging my surprise that such a thing as extra toes was possible.
I am the type of person who can eat the same thing every day for breakfast and lunch, by dinner has to be different every night. No repeats.
I can’t find water rockets at toy stores anymore. Did they become illegal like lawn darts? Back in the early 80’s, they seemed to be readily available. At least they were in Illinois. I have lots of memories of shooting water rockets off in my grandparents back yard. That was an innocent form of fun.
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