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I miss when people of all ages responded "You're welcome" to "Thank you." Now, under a certain age, people respond, "No problem."
Yes! Me too. And when I enter a store and someone asks, "How are you?" I feel a little embarrassed by my answer which is, "Fine, thank you." It was always the acceptable answer to the question but now I feel funny, like I am being too formal or something. I guess you're supposed to say, "I'm GREAT!" But that sounds conceited.
This is true out here in Phoenix, too. I sometimes think people are sent to a "Dale Carnegy" type course and this is how they are taught to respond. The younger ones use the "No Problem" response more frequently out here, too, so it must be all over the country. Also, out here, the phrase, "Later" is often used in response to "Good-bye".
I would choose to live in the 80s if I could, but other than that, today is actually a pretty good time to be alive. And people, I'm no optimist. To me, the glass is always half empty, so there's room to pour in the booze.
Easy to see the optimists and pessimists in this thread. Seems natural that if you had a great childhood, you are positively nostalgic, and a lousy one, negatively nostalgic. By default, (less likely computer users) few here were active combatants in WWII, Korea, etc, and the horrors associated with them. As an optimist, (and one who had a great childhood), I have to shake my head at the pessimists that just can't simply leave the negative thoughts behind in a simple discussion, and applaud those that do.
I miss being picked up and held by my Mom when I got hurt, and blowing on booboos.
I miss looking forward to seeing my friends every day at school.
I miss the excitement and wonder of a birthday party.
I miss not worrying about anything except homework.
I know I'm not alone in missing the good health and suppleness of youth. I also miss the innocence and wonder of my younger years and the adventures of my youth. Although my parents were alcoholics and could be very difficult to live with they did afford me an almost magical childhood. I was mostly raised on a harbor island in southern California, could walk to the water in about two minutes and had both a sailboat and power boat. Prior to that I'd lived in mainland China for a year and a half and at age nine we were sent to Japan where we lived in a Japanese house in a small, Japanese fishing village. We also lived on the Naval Base in Yokosuka and in Tokyo. By age 14, in addition to California I'd lived in AL, VA, NC and MN. I miss the adventures of it all.
I know I'm not alone in missing the good health and suppleness of youth. I also miss the innocence and wonder of my younger years and the adventures of my youth. Although my parents were alcoholics and could be very difficult to live with they did afford me an almost magical childhood. I was mostly raised on a harbor island in southern California, could walk to the water in about two minutes and had both a sailboat and power boat. Prior to that I'd lived in mainland China for a year and a half and at age nine we were sent to Japan where we lived in a Japanese house in a small, Japanese fishing village. We also lived on the Naval Base in Yokosuka and in Tokyo. By age 14, in addition to California I'd lived in AL, VA, NC and MN. I miss the adventures of it all.
I envy you being able to travel. I stayed in the same boring town until I went away to college. One or two week vacations at the Cape and then back to boredom again. Bike riding, playing with dolls out in the garage, walking to the corner store for a fudgesicle--or for a while it was this awful bubble gum just so we could get Davy Crockett cards. Catching turtles for pets. Grasshoppers too. If that wasn't boring enough, August brought The Family Reunion. Yawn. I must have been so rude but I never wanted to go and didn't care who my mother's Uncle Claude was or that he had come all the way down from Canada.
Home to more boredom, daily bike rides to the town swimming pool, which was pretty boring. When the boredom became intolerable somebody would suggest popping tar bubbles on a hot afternoon. Back to school was more interesting and seeing some kids again was wonderful. Everybody was back from vacation. Once I got out of that town, I vowed to travel--and that's just what I did.
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