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We grew up in Yugoslavia, Srbiji in Serbia.
We walked to school and came back with friends.
Eating in a restaurant never happened, it just didn’t happen! 🙄
We took off our school clothes as soon as we got home and put on our clothes for the game. We had to do our homework before they let us play outside. We had dinner at the table. 🍽
Our phone was on the 'phone desk' in the main hallway and had a cable attached, so private conversations didn't exist ...
We only had a few channels on TV, actually only 3 and we had to ask before changing channels ...
We played cops and robbers, hid and searched, jumped, played balls in the streets.
Staying in the house was a punishment and the only thing we knew about "boredom" was --- "You better find something to do before I find you!"
We ate what mom made for dinner or we didn't eat anything.
Everyone was welcome, and no one came out of our house hungry.
There was no water in the bottle, we drank from the tap or from the backyard hose (and everyone was healthy).
Our favorite treat was a piece of bread with butter and sugar, sometimes with homemade plum jam (it was even tastier with friends) 🍞
We watched cartoons on Saturday mornings, rode bicycles for hours, swam in rivers and streams, walked in forests, meadows, climbed trees, ate fruit on branches (i.e. stole fruit in neighborhood yards). We were not afraid of anything. We played until dark ... the sunset was our time to return home (and our parents always knew where we were even without cell phones).
If someone had an argument, it was short and we were friends again a week later, if not sooner.
We respected the elders, because all our aunts, uncles, grandparents, and our parents' best friends were extensions of our parents, and you didn't want to tell your parents if you misbehaved!
These were the good old days. So many children today will never know what it feels like to be a real child. I am grateful for such a childhood.
Good times ❤️
Copy and paste on the wall if this is your childhood. 😍❤
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