Gut Rumbles

June 11, 2005

another meme

I just couldn't pass this one up. It's something I think about a lot now that I'm a dottering old fart. I still remember vividly what it was like to be a kid, and I miss it.

Five Things That I Miss From My Childhood

1) Knowing exactly where home was, and being totally assured that people there loved me, no matter what. Most of them are dead now.

2) A sense of adventure fueled by books, movies, tall tales and my belief in magic. Call it youthful enthusiam or young-boy craziness--- it was still fun to live. ANYTHING was possible, and I believed that fact!

3) Total invulnerability. I took a lot of chances and did a lot of dangerous things my my youth, but I KNEW that wasn't going to get hurt, at least not badly. Blood clotted and cuts healed. Falling out of a tree was no big deal. Getting shot in the ass with rocksalt from a farmer's shotgun might sting for a while, but it wasn't going to kill me. And that never stopped me from sneaking back over there to see his daughter, either. I figured that if you didn't have a few dings to show for it, you hadn't been living large.

4) Wondering what I would be when I "grew up." I had a lot of dreams back then, and I actually fulfilled some of them. But as I became older, that dream-scope shrunk from a big spotlight to a pencil-beam. I miss the huge horizons I one saw in my imagination. Age does that to you.

5) Innocence. I believe that I miss the sense of trust and the "Beaver Cleaver" outlook I had on the world during my youth more than I miss any other part of it. I thought that honesty was the best policy and a man's word was his bond. Boy... was I in for an unpleasant surprise later in life.

Those are my thoughts on this meme. I'm not going to pass it along to anyone else, but you can feel free to comment.


Ditto! It's a wonder I survived till puberty what with building rafts out of fallen logs and hay twine (I can't swim) riding horses with no saddle or bridle and tromping through the fields and woods kicking snakes out of my way. I miss the good old days.

Posted by: Junebugg on June 11, 2005 03:25 PM

As time goes by, it's been proven to me over and over that honesty is the best policy. Nowhere near as taxing on the memory, which seems to be failing here in my "middle" years.

Wouldn't it be great to still be ten feet tall, invisible and bullet-proof!

Posted by: Larry on June 11, 2005 04:22 PM

Thanks, Rob. You do not disappoint.

Posted by: That 1 Guy on June 11, 2005 05:00 PM

What I most miss is a citizenry that considered minding its own business to be a primary civic responsibility.

Posted by: Brett on June 11, 2005 05:18 PM

Yep. You hit the nail right on the head Rob. In Bejus name. Amen.

Posted by: assrot on June 11, 2005 05:41 PM

We were all indistructable as kids (I think it may be a law of nature *grin*). I miss a lot of it...but then I was in such a hurry to grow up, that now wanting to taste the sweetfruits of youth, if only for a moment, is at the hight of irony. Then again, just about everyone has 20/20 hindsight.

Posted by: Guy S on June 13, 2005 03:22 AM

Just had to read this wistful post one more time, it was so poignant, and so true. Sets up such a predicament - how to raise the children, to be prepared for the world today.

Posted by: Bonita on June 13, 2005 08:00 AM
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