A relief with this Crystal Generation…. And you? What do you remember from your childhood?
I was born and am from Central America. I was raised with the teaching that the family is the beginning and the center of everything. There were no dramas because situations were nipped in the bud ... and a clean slate.
If you misbehaved, they gave you a "flip-flop or strap-on" (or both, depending on the mischief ... laughs .... laughs) and if you got spoiled they would blow your mouth off. Children did not argue with their parents, parents were the law. Cousins were your brothers and schoolmates your cousins, teachers were role models; And woe to the one who disrespected them! 💑👪💑👪💑
They taught me to say hello, to say goodbye, to say thank you and to ask permission and the language of the eyes was a sign that something was happening to you because you put the spoon in.
We all went out to play in the street; An adventure, we went up to the trees to catch guavas, cashew, mango, tracker plum ... we played hide and seek, barracks, spinning top, mom and dad, jump rope, freeze it, take it, dominoes, soccer, We went to the beach, the river etc. We could walk up and down to a friend's house.
We ate what our mothers cooked, there was no choice! We ate omelette with coffee, egg, sardine, bananas, tamales, fried yucca, patacones, pork rinds, roasted banana chicheme rice with pineapple cocadas, Marañón sweet papaya sweet. We were afraid of everything; the headless man, the weeping woman, the goblin, the tulivieja, the witches etc. and we respected our elders. We were taught respect and humility for others and for the property of others, they were sacred, untouchable, there was no way to beat them.
As a child, it was not spoken if an adult was speaking. If someone had a fight, it was a fist fight, because there was no intimidation, no bullying, we fixed that, no one was left. We children had no weapons when we grew up, except stick horses to play cowboys! How we enjoy !!!
When it got dark we knew it was time to go inside. Although sometimes we met outside on the terrace to play monopoly for hours and hours were the famous beer. We loved going to school because we had love, affection and respect for teachers and we had the joy of seeing our friends. Woe to the one who disrespected a teacher! He had a great rule, at home they finished him off and you had earned tremendous punishment.
From the mouths of our elders we listened to stories and advice because we knew that if we disrespected an adult, they would give us a flip-flop or brush, or a strap on.
How delicious to bathe in the downpour, that was fun and pure adrenaline, there was no lightning that took away the desire to be outside hahaha, puddle that there was a puddle that was enjoyed, under each channel that was found, you had to stop to enjoy the rainwater that it was spurting down that conduit.
We loved going to the lots to play cookery, we made houses out of black trash bags, we loved sitting on corners laughing at our antics - it was our space.
We went into our neighbors' house and the mother gave us all food, no one took anything without permission and there was not so much disorder because they always put us to pick us up We knew everyone on the block and everyone kept an eye on us 👀 at Christmas at 12:00 am he would go from house to house and enjoy himself in all of them.
How I wish we could return to those times because we are losing children and young people in a society without respect for authority, compassion, sharing. Humility and sensitivity for others ... now children beat their parents, films that we grew up with, today they are being censored, by a generation that does not mature in many aspects.
The use of the cell phone has made families live in silence, during recesses they no longer play, they only share photos on social networks.
Because whoever forgets where he comes from, loses humility and his horizon.
Tell me ... What do you miss about those times?
