I+remember+when

I Remember When I remember growing up in the 50s and 60s in the N.E. part of the United States where life appeared so simple. As a child, I remember going to elementary school for the first time and the excitement I experienced. My school was a city block away from the apartment building where I lived. It was a time where neighbors sat on the stoop (not a porch) in the evening and just watched people and cars passing by. Life was slower and children were safer. There was no internet or video games. Children created their own games such as hopscotch, tops, marbles, red light, and hide and seek. Those were the good ole days: where candy was a penny, a soda was five to ten cent, and with a quarter you could make yourself sick and still have change leftover. I remember when going to a neighborhood movie was only fifteen cents and you watched two full-length movies with cartoons in between. With a quarter you could buy popcorn, soda and a hot dog. Boy, I miss the good ole days! Until this day I still remember my kindergarten teacher, Miss Barrett. I thought she was beautiful! Throughout my school years, I was a very obedient and wise student. I knew the penalty of disobeying your teacher or any adult. It was called a beatin’, and I was __not__ into pain. The neighborhood adults helped raise many of the children of my day. Let’s go back to the good ole days. I remember when a new car cost $,5000 and gasoline was 57cents a gallon. Let’s bring back the good ole days. I remember my first bicycle with a generator on the back tire, which produced power to the headlight of my Schwinn. It was great! I remember when the grocery stores were in the neighborhood and my dad had credit at the store. He would pay his bill on payday. There was also a neighborhood bar where the adults to unwind on the weekends. Bring back the good ole days. Things were much simpler then. I miss those good ole days! R.D.Zeigler Digital StoryTelling        ||
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