Being a Kid...
What did it mean to be a kid back in the 60's ? Moving up to an oil furnace . Driving around town in my Dad's brand new 63 galaxie 500 . Meeting with the old guy down the street for milk and cookies in his kitchen by myself: My parents never met him and that was O.K. Taking two different busses in Ottawa to piano lessons with my 8 year sister when I was six years old. Seemingly some kid in many neighborhoods wearing leg braces: Polio... The sweet sounds of early Motown on the radio
late at night when I was supposed to be sleeping. Forever playing with other kids all day long somewhere out there with no adults in sight until suppertime. We made our own rules of co-existence, organised our own games and used long forgotten terminology and phrases such as " fair fighting " or " Johnny and Mary ( any names will suffice ) sittin in a tree, k.i.s.s.i.n.g.
first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage..." A time when children ran free, watched one black and white channel on T.V. ( if you had one ) No porno videos, no Howard Stern, just that tough kid down the block who swore, not to communicate so much as a badge of his status. It was a time of innocence that is lost ...and no...it cannot be recreated. The poster says now " It takes a Communiy to Raise a Child " . Back when I was a kid, the poster would have been pointless, everyone just lived that way.