It was an
interesting weekend for me as I realized how different my childhood was
compared to my seven-year-old brother’s. Even though we’re only 12 years apart,
with how quickly society is progressing it might as well be much longer.
I love the
weekends (I mean who doesn’t?), especially when I was growing up. Spring and
summer weekends were the best because from morning until dusk, sometimes even
after, were spent outside. I would help my dad plant flowers, go for bike rides
with my mom, play ball with my friends, hang out at the park, walk around town,
go swimming, and so many other activities that any normal child should do.
But this
weekend reality hit me like a brick wall. Times have changed. Why is America
obese? Because people are too hooked to electronics and being indoors.
While my
parents were away for the weekend I was in charge. Even though yesterday was a
bit gloomy, as long as it wasn’t snowing I wanted to relive my childhood and
enjoy being home by spending the day outside. When I asked my brother what he
wanted to do I didn’t get much of a response. But that wasn’t too shocking
since he was playing his DS while sitting in front of the TV. Fishing he said
was too boring and he was too tired to go for a walk. The park didn’t sound fun
and he was sick of baseball. What was wrong with this kid? My biggest problem
would’ve been picking which one I wanted to do first at his age.
Finally I
decided I wanted to go for a bike ride. When I mentioned it he protested.
Actually, he threw a temper tantrum and I didn’t understand why. I told him
we’d shorten our long bike ride I had planned and make it a quick trip to the bank,
which is located just up the road. He still had no interest. I got his bike out
anyway and made him start riding around. It didn’t take long to realize why he
was so hell bent on not riding it, because he didn’t know how. At seven he couldn’t
ride a bike with training wheels let alone without them. How did he never
learn? I felt like a failure as a big sister. When I was his age I was biking
to my grandma’s house any chance I got because I felt like such a big girl
getting to go by myself. I was begging my dad to take my training wheels off
when I was five but here he was begging me to just not make him ride it. My
have the times changed.
(I would like to mention though that
after much practice and many tears I’m proud to say that although he still has
the training wheels on he can now peddle around by himself.)
I had
another wake up call when later last night we were watching a movie together
and one of the characters was using a payphone. He asked why they did that and
said it was silly. It took me a second to catch on to what he was talking about
and when I realized he meant the phone I could only laugh as I explained cell
phones haven’t always been around, but of course, he doesn’t get that. That’s
all he knows in life.
Sometimes I
wonder what it would be like to have grown up in today’s world, but then I
realize I never would want to do that. I’m old-fashioned in a lot of ways. I
still like when a guy holds the door and lets the girl go first and when he
walks on the outside of the sidewalk. I like handwritten letters and dressing
nice and I know how to sew a button back on. But I’m also independent in
society’s new way by not letting a guy pay for everything and always being
available since my phone is on me 24/7. I’ve grown to accept controversial
topics such as having an African-American president and accepting gay marriage.
So yes, this new era has also changed me for the better.
I’m scared
for what more the future is going to bring. Most people who know me, and even
many people I’ve met just once, know that I say when I grow up I’m never going
to get married or have kids. Well, only time will tell. But I truly am afraid
to be a mother someday because I can’t imagine raising children in a world that
is progressing as rapidly as ours. I do know though that if I have kids one day
they won’t be addicted to electronics and will be active children who enjoy
being outside. That’s how I grew up and I have to say, I think I turned out all
right?
It didn't matter what it was that I was doing, as long as I was outside I was happy. I'm still like that today!
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