Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof).
I grew up in the 1950’s. I was a teen when the Viet Nam War heated up. Those were, for many of us, more innocent times. I think the ’50’s was a great decade in which to grow up. We hadn’t heard of “make peace, not war” hippie slogans at that time. I think we were pretty unaware, as kids, of political factions and fractures. Television was a novelty, and no one swore or took off their clothes. The ads were cute and innocent. No one modeled bras or boxers or tighty whities. Innocent, for sure. Come to think of it, they did smoke a lot 🙂
However, right here and right now would be the very best time of my life. I’m 67, and I’m beginning to see the outward signs of aging. It’s the way of all flesh. No one escapes. However, I’ve had a good life. I’m a 45-year veteran of marriage to my ONLY husband! I have four adult kids that I think of as my friends now. That’s a reward. I have nine wonderful grandchildren that are more than a reward. I’ve had three satisfying careers: Wife and mom; teacher; counselor. Right now I’m working on my fourth, becoming a writer.
My health is pretty good, my brain is still intact. I have friends of a lifetime, all I could want or need in terms of possessions.
I have my faith in God that only increases as time passes.
These are my salad days. I know things could get a lot worse, but ultimately they’re going to get a WHOLE lot better when I close my eyes for the last time on this earth and wake up to see the face of Jesus in heaven.