Growing up in Ireland

Seen this going around facebook, it brought back so many memories, oh to be a kid again ♥

I’m talking about Hide and Seek in the park, The shop down the road,
Hopscotch, Donkey, skipping, handstands, stuck in the mud, football with
an old can, Dandy, Beano, Twinkle and Roly Poly, Hula Hoops, Jumping the
stream, building a swing from a tyre and a piece of rope tied to a tree,
(If you live in Dublin the lampost), building tree-houses, climbing up
onto roofs. Tennis on the street, the smell of the sun and fresh cut

Hubba Bubba bubble gum and 2p Flogs, macaroon bars and woppas, 3p
Refreshers and wham bars, superhero chewing gum, golf ball chewing gums
and liquorice whips, desperate dan and roy of the rovers, sherbit dips
and Mr.
freezes, marathon bars and everlasting gobstoppers. An ice cream cone on
a warm summer night from the van that plays a tune chocolate or vanilla
or strawberry or maybe neopolitan

Wait … Watching Saturday Morning cartoons … short commercials,
Battle of the Planets, Road Runner, He-Man, Swapshop, and Why Don’t
You?, Transformers, How do you do?, Bosco, Forty-coats, the
Littlest Hobo and Lassie, Chucklevision, The Muppet Show, MacGyver,
Scarecrow and Mrs King, Little House on the Prairie and Highway to
Heaven, or staying up for Knight Rider and Magnum PI.

When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like
going somewhere.

A million midget bites, sticky fingers and mud all over you, knee-pads
on your jeans, Cops and Robbers, Rounders, tip the Can, Queenie-I-O,
climbing trees, spin the bottle, building igloos out of snow banks,
walking to school, no matter what the weather, running till you were out
of breath.
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt, Jumping on the bed.
Pillow fights,
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles,
Being tired from playing… Remember that?

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon

Football cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.

And don’t forget the Marietta sandwiches we’d make by buttering a cupla
Marietta biscuits and stickin’ them together. And that quare oul mixture
made in a tall glass with HB ice cream and Taylor Keith (TK) Red Lemonade.

I’m not finished just yet…

Eating raw jelly, orange squash ice pops

Remember when … There were two types of sneakers – girls and boys and
Dunlop Green Flash and the only time you wore them at school, was for ‘
P.E.’, Gola football boots.

It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘best’ friends, when nobody owned a
pure bred dog, when 25p was decent pocket money, when you’d reach i nto
a muddy gutter for a penny, when nearly everyone’s mum was at home when
the kids got there, when it was considered a great privilege to be taken
out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents

When any parent could discipline any kid or use him to carry groceries
and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.

When being sent to the head’s office was nothing compared to the fate
that awaited a misbehaving student at home. Basically, we were in fear
for our lives but it wasn’t because of muggings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our
parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! and some of us are
still afraid of them!!!

Remember when….

Decisions were made by going ‘eeny-meeny-miney-mo.’ Mistakes were
corrected by simply exclaiming, ‘do over!’

‘Race issue’ meant arguing about who ran the fastest. Money issues were
handled by whoever was the banker in ‘Monopoly’, the game of life and
connect four, atari 2600’s and commadore 64’s. The worst thing you could
catch from the opposite sex was germs. It was unbelievable that Red
rover wasn’t an Olympic event…

Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a biro barrel pea
shooter or an elastic band. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made
better, Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable vitamins, Ice cream
was considered a basic food group.

Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.. Abilities were discovered
because of a ‘double dare’ Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but
also the fiercest protectors

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!! Pass
this on to anyone who may need a break from their ‘grown up’ life…

I DOUBLE DARE YA!!! Bagsy it, no returns


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