Every day when I was young (and wasn’t at school) we’d eat lunch at 11am.
We’d watch The Price Is Right.
It was glorious! But then at 12:30, my mother would force my brother and I to go outside and play!
We’d bitch and complain. Sometimes we’d cry. Being outside was awful! There were no television outside!
No video games! But my mother would ignore us. Cuz it was time for “her show” (Days of our Lives).
Once we were resigned to the fact that we’d be stuck outside until 2:00,
we would do a variety of things to pass the time.
Sometimes we’d hang out in my tree house. Please note that my tree house was way crappier than this one.
Sometimes we’d play in the stream behind our house.
Sometimes we’d ride big wheels down hill in our backyard and try to avoid all the trees.
Sometimes we’d build forts in the woods.
Sometime we’d beat each other with sticks until one of us cried,
and then spend the rest of the time begging the crier not to tattle.
Sometimes we’d shoot arrows straight up into the air and run away
as fast as we could before it fell back to Earth and stabbed one of us to death.
But most of the time, we’d just get filthy and wet. Then at 2:00, my mom would yell at us and make us
take baths before we resumed our indoor afternoon of television and video games.
Awww those were the good old days. Then I got old and everything went to shit.
Tell me one of your childhood memories in the comments!