Sunday, April 14, 2019

Remember Your Childhood?


Do you remember being a kid?
You want to remember the good times of running and playing with your friends, hop scotch, tag, hide and seek and stuff like that. Oh the good memories.
You don’t remember the times when you were sick or bruised or broken or waiting at the doctors staring at a dirty fish tank and reading old magazines waiting for a shot.
Being a ‘kid’ means you are not old enough to make your own decisions. Some big person tells you when to wake up, what to wear, how to comb your hair, how to tie your shoes, what to eat then tries to find something for you to do all day.
School was a good baby sitter for most of the day. Like being in the army (or prison) they had rules and regulations and every kid had to follow them. Line up in alphabetical or (or by height or size – whatever they told you) and walk to the lunchroom in an orderly manner. Boys and girls had separate bathrooms. Boys and girls played separate games. Boys and girls were kept apart.
Schools also judged kids, giving them permission to move on to the next grade or be shunned and left behind from all your friends. Schools also introduced math, history, geography and science, playing an instrument, art and an array of subjects never taught at home. Each was tested and a valuation of interest or skills would be calculated to guide the kid into a future career without their input. Some call it ‘herding’?
While all the evaluations are being evaluated, the kid is finding out about poison ivy, sunburn, swimming with snakes, fish hooks, bees, sledding, fireflies and trying to fit in. Being accepted into teams, clubs, gangs, is an all-important training for social interaction.
Just when a kid is having freedom, they are called back to reality by homework, bedtime and brushing teeth.
Somewhere along the line of tighter and shorter clothing, bad haircuts, awkwardness and being goofy, kids grow up. All that training, discipline, instruction is shed like a snakeskin and the kid is now declared an adult.
Some of us don’t leave.

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