Sunday, January 17, 2010

Those Were the Days, My Friend

I wish I could remember who had recently re-posted an old link about how she longed -- sometimes -- to be doing all those bad things she did as a young adult. Why do I wish I could remember? So I could give proper props to her for tickling my fancy when it came to seeing Sunday Scribblings' prompt this week. [I'm such a worthless blogger. Bad blogger! Bad!]

I wish it were the Good Old Days, when: 
  • I was 16 and knew everything and could do anything and had the most intense and creative and fabulous group of friends;
  • with those friends, travelled the back roads of Burke, Virginia, doing such terrifically stupid stunts like:
    • turning the lights out on the winding roads and driving in pitch black darkness
    • drinking Malt Duck until I was completely out of it
    • rowing in Burke Lake and jumping in for a swim, prohibitions be damned
    • believing being right was enough
    • laughing at everything and nothing
    • believing the friendships would last a lifetime
  • I could smoke a Salem Light and not worry about what would come down the line
  • I would happily drive a hitchhiker to the highway and accept some hashish as payment and then give no thought to what might be in said hashish (or, perhaps worse than that, give no thought to what weapons said hitchhiker might be carrying)
  • the concern over how to pay the rent or pay for food and gas or send my child to college was my mother's and not mine
  • earnings from jobs went to funding my tobacco, alcohol, drug and gas habits and nothing else
You know the strangest thing about those Good Old Days? I live in mortal fear that my kids will have similar ones. And soon.


anthonynorth said...

Ah, the parents' nightmare - repetition :-)
Nicely done.

b+ (Retire In Style Blog) said...

Wow...I am so glad you are, well, alive to tell the story!


Tara R. said...

Ain't it the truth! I think both of my kids are much smarter than I ever was.

George S Batty said...

I guess I understand how you feel but I never want to back to experimental days of drugs. I lived through them the first time, I probaly wouldn't the 2nd.

Patois42 said...

Ah, that's the rub, indeed. I wouldn't mind reliving them if I could be assured the outcome would have me living through them.

Giggles said...

I often wonder how I ended up with such a straight kid. Sounds like you might too!!

Hugs Giggles

Old Egg said...

A nice thought to go back to those days, however somehow you survived last time. I don't give much for you chances next time.

Great post.

Americanising Desi said...

this made a great read :)

God Ol' Days'

Dee Martin said...

I think we were doing some of the same things only in different states :)
The sad thing is that one of my kids turned out even worse than we would have dreamed - he's a republican!!


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