Why is it that I look at my 9 year old brother and instead of going outside, he'd rather be in the house watching Nickolodeon/Disney, playing Playstation or playing games on the computer.
**I remember when my grandma would stand on the porch in her duster when the street lights were on and scream my name over and over again.
**I remember I was never around, somewhere on my bike around the block and soon as I hit the street someone would say, " your grandma was calling you."
**I remember when I used to be taller then all of the boys on the street.
**I remember when I had a white and yellow banana seat bike with the streamers in the handlebars.
**I would always ride that one friend that didn't have a bike.
**I remember when (real) scooters were popular, and not them damn skinny ones that came out a few years ago.
**I remember when I got my first mountain bike and we would be like 7 deep riding around the city.
**I remember asking my granddaddy for a dollar then going to the corner store and getting a quarter juice, a bag of chips, 20 pieces of penny candy, 2 packs of johnny apple seeds, 2 packs of cherry clans and 2 packs of lemon heads.
**I remember finding 10 cents then going BACK to the corner store to get a koolaid pack, then going in the house and mixing it with sugar in a sandwich baggie and having all my friends put they hand out for some.
**I remember all of my friends having one red hand cause the koolaid stained it.
**I remember hot pickles.
**I remember playing 4 squares, freeze tag, TV tag, hand slaps, dodge ball, and of course someone's porch was safe.
**I remember when we played freeze tag, that one punk used to always shout out.. TIMEOUT! when they was about to get caught.
**I remember standing on the sidewalk and practicing steps.
**I still remember all of the hand clap songs. ex: "Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack.. all dressed in Black, Black, Black...."
**I remember cassette players and buying singles.
**I remember writing down the lyrics to my favorite songs then singing them in the mirror.
**I remember being in the church choir and regardless if I messed up a song or not, all of the old ladies would smile and say, " Bless her hawt!"
**I remember having indoor recesses at school and getting to play "Heads up, 7-up"
**I remember having 3 empty 5-gallon ice cream buckets filled with barretts and bow's of every color.
**I remember coming in the house after playing outside, taking my bath and coming down the stairs in my pajamas with the feet in them.
**I remember growing out of them damn pajamas and my granddaddy would cut the feet off and I still had to wear them.
**I remember Cosby nights, we would all sit around in the living room and watch the Cosby show and see if they changed the beginning theme again.
I look at my brother and the kids now-a-days and wonder what's wrong with them..
damn.. I miss being a kid!