It’s that time again, they kids are
out of school and they are experiencing the much deserved (?) time off from
school (seemingly the bulk of which they have already missed due to snow in the
Northern Virginia Area). Now the little
and not-so-little tykes can free themselves from the bond of lackluster public
and overpriced private institutions of learning so they can explore time with
family and friends and learn real life lessons…in a week…hmm, okay.

We all
remember the ‘good ‘ol days.’ You know, when we begin to tell our kids just how
much our generation was the pinnacle of modern civilization and how much, how mind-bogglingly
much their generation won’t amount to a hill of beans compared to us. But here
I sit thumbing through an old yearbook from Oakton High School, or Navy
Elementary or Franklin Middle School and the though just struck me like a
clowder of cats being shot at me by a high velocity cannon: Things weren’t all
that great back then either. In my case,
it was the 1980’s and 1990’s.

Granted,
the toys were the best, He-Man, GI Joe, Transformers (the old kind, kiddos) all
were fun, all were great, and all would have psychomoms calling for their
manufacturer’s head due to their safety inconsiderations. And we were happy. And Playgrounds? Heck, we
had playgrounds full of splinters and nails sticking out of them and not one kid
died. We used to have contests to see how far we could be thrown off the tire
swing and still be able breath without a tube.
We won most of the time.

So,
kiddos, don’t let old farts like me tell you kids today are nothing like the
kids back in the ‘good old days.’ To
quote a Billy Joel song, “The good old days weren’t always good, and tomorrow
ain’t as bad as it seems.’
Until Next Time,
Be Good or Be Good At It!
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