Back in my day, I walked up hill, and looked both ways before crossing the road. I didn’t need food, I had dirt. I didn’t need a bike, I had a scooter. I didn’t need air, I had my own breath. I you were only you knew what I went through, I bet you wouldn’t be such a brat. I grew up in a time, where you had a computer that saved things onto a floppy disc. I bet you don’t even know what a floppy disc is, no put that away, that’s not a floppy disc! A floppy disc was the old way to save things. Now you guys have “Flash Drives.” But they don’t flash? What a stupid name. And what is up with these cellular devices. Back in my day, we didn’t have touch-screens. We had big R.V. size phones with antennas. The service was great.

   Today, we all have something that we find “old.” We all have been through something, that the later generation will never be able to experience. I survived the end of the world, I have seen our country fall to her knees. I have seen stores that were famous, close. There is a new iPhone due out in a few months. Sony is working on the next PlayStation. Music is no longer on Cassettes, not like that’s a bummer. MTV is now a home for soap operas. Everything is changing, causing us 90s babies to feel old.

   I will be like the older generation and tell you guys what it was like to be young. So that one day, when I have kids, I can have them read this. The look on their face will be priceless, when they have no idea what a CD is.

   When I was a kid, we didn’t have phones. I remember getting my first phone when I was thirteen. But before phones were all that great, we did something called “play outside.” This is where you go outside and find something to play with. This could mean, playing basketball with friends, playing in mud, or finding your imagination. It meant that you stayed off the video games for a long time, and enjoyed what nature gave you. But you better not go far, because when the sun began to set, dad would be outside. He would give you two chances to come home. Trust me, dads voice is loud enough, so you cant make the excuse, you didn’t hear him. You had to race home, and get cleaned up for dinner. But here is the kick, it isnt fast food. Mom and Dad cooked you a homemade meal, which isnt negotiable, if you don’t like it, you would got to bed hungry. You didn’t want to go to bed, so you throw a tantrum; trust me, that never worked; instead of getting your way, you get your little ass whipped. Then they would shut the door, and let you cry until finally you fell asleep.

   These were the best days of my life. They were so simple and creative. I cant tell you guys how many alien invasions I saved the world from, but I did it all with a stick shaped like a gun. I called the gun “Alien zapper 3000.” This is what I did mainly everyday. I didn’t need Call of Duty to have fun, actually video games were boring compared to the outdoors.

     One day, in the far future, we will realize that we need to go back to the old ways. Those will be the day that kids actually respect adults, again. There will be so much peace! But until that day comes, we will have to deal with rumbustious children screaming throughout Walmart, over a damn candy bar. 

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  1. A-Typical says:

    Dude, you survived the end of the world TWICE

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