You know what I miss?
Lining up with friends, each taking a urinal and beginning to pee. Next you all back up to see who can get furthest away from the urinal while still hitting the target. Then, as the stream dies down, hustling back to the urinal being careful not to flop around too much because if you lose your aim you could pee on your friend (which was funny, too).
Coming home from school, making a chocolate milk and then settling down to watch Voltron and He-Man. I would quickly flick the spoon back and forth just under the surface creating bubbles. Then I would just eat the bubbles and prolong my chocolate milk experience.
Saturday morning cartoons. You can get cartoons anytime now which cheapens the whole Saturday morning cartoon experience. When you can roll out of the rack and see cartoons any time of the day, then there is no fun in getting up early on a Saturday to catch Scooby’s All Star Laff-A-Lympics over a bowl of plain Cheerios. Yeah, we couldn’t have sugar cereal unless, you know, we were on vacation at Grandpa’s house and he was the one buying the cereal. It was at Grandpa’s house in Tennessee that my love affair with Froot Loops began.
Staying up-to-date with all the new movies by actually seeing them in the theater and not on DVD a year after everyone else is done talking about them.
Our Atari 2600. Pitfall, Adventure, Combat, Breakout, Missle Command, Defender… and I could never ever beat Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Ah, the memories. Well, not of the urinals per se. But cartoons, movies, the Atari, and I too have a love affair with Fruit Loops. I didn’t know you did too. I love them to this day. Opening a fresh box and taking in the smell. Ahhhh.
Long summers. Playing stickball in the street until the sun goes down (or even after). Getting excited about a long-time-in-the-making fight between the two biggest wimps of the neighborhood. Pool parties or spending the day in your swimming suit. Climbing trees. Getting contraband sweets from your friend’s house and stashing it in your room. Riding bikes through a neighborhood like you owned it. Slip-n-slides. Lawn darts. Friendly dogs. Warm days. Cool drinks. Not a care in the world.
Growing up sucks.
TMNT’s, Little Caesar Friday’s, Christmas morning tradition, sleepovers, my old truck Beef, being able to blow my entire paycheck on non-necessities, sluffing school, playing with M.U.S.C.L.E Men in the tub.