Growing up.

My Grandson asked the other day, 'What was your favourite ’fast food' when you were growing up?' 'We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,' I informed him. 'All the food was slow.' 'C'mon, seriously.. Where did you eat?' 'It was a place called 'home,'' I explained. ! 'Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, And if I didn't like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.' By this time, the lad was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I'd figured his system could have handled it: Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore jeans, set foot on a golf course, travelled out of the country, or had a bank account, let alone a credit card. My parents never drove me to school, they never owned a car. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed (slow). If it snowed, I walked.

We didn't have a television in our house until I was about 10. It was, of course, black and white, and the station went off the air at 10 PM, after playing the national anthem and epilogue; it came back on the air at about 6 am. Pizzas were not delivered to our home... But milk and bread was. All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers -- My brother delivered a newspaper, seven days a week. He had to get up at 6 every morning.

Central Heating??? I remember scraping ice off the inside of windows in the morning, and trying to keep warm at night by putting your overcoat on the bed. If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing. Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?