Dog Days of Summer...YUCK!
I am really starting to dislike the "dog days of summer" as they are sometimes called. I guess what I am disliking is the longer days and all the begging my son does to spend every second of daylight outside. I did that too when I was his age but that was a different time, different kids, and a different decade. I live in a neighborhood that is very different from the one I grew up in. I grew up in what can be referred to as the suburbs. It was a very small city and everyone knew everyone on the block. That was good and bad sometimes depending on what you were doing. But, fortunately, my siblings and cousins stayed out of trouble and had some old fashion kid fun. We rode bikes to the creek, brought sodas out of the vending machine at the gas station and candy from the corner store. Aha, the good old days. Nothing much happened and we were blissfully happy and unaware that other places in other cities weren't like our little city with the home town feel.
Flash forward to now, thirty or so years later and we live in a different city in not the worse neighborhood but far from the best. Kids here are rude, crude and have little respect for each other and argue more then they play together. A simple game of kick ball turns into a ten minute argument filled with words I was never allowed to say aloud until I was 30, lol, but those words and more fill the air as they complain, scream, fight, and argue about who is doing what, which team who is on and why and who has the better team and where you can and can't run. After all that is settled then the game is started and someone is crying in the next ten seconds after the game and then the fist fights break out and it looks like a gang of little kids boxing matches in the streets.
That is when I bring my son in the house and that is when he starts looking at me and telling me that it is "normal" for all this to happen and calling me mean and old fashioned because I had the gall to tell him to come inside and not let him be in the middle of the fists flying. In the middle of all the mayhem, nobodies parent even bothers to look out of the window to see what all the commotion is all about except me. I am not in the window I am outside on the porch calling my kid ready to pull him in the house by his ear if I had to. (not literally but figuratively) I don't understand that one. I don't understand why nobody, none of the other parents, whom I know are home at this time of the evening, don't bother to even take a glance to see what the shouting and screaming is all about. Back in my day everyone would be outside breaking it up and telling on you and you would be in trouble twice. And nobody would see you outside for a week.
But, the world has changed I guess. The dog days of summer are a thing of the past when you could peacefully ride to the creek with your friends and family and sip on a soda and crunch on a bag of candy and share a bag of chips. These summer days only bring me a headache and the wishing that school would start tomorrow.
Today, has been a good day so far. But, then again it is not completely late enough for the madness to start in the hood. I guess it could be worse but for me this is worse. Cheers to the end of summer and yes, I am counting the days.
Flash forward to now, thirty or so years later and we live in a different city in not the worse neighborhood but far from the best. Kids here are rude, crude and have little respect for each other and argue more then they play together. A simple game of kick ball turns into a ten minute argument filled with words I was never allowed to say aloud until I was 30, lol, but those words and more fill the air as they complain, scream, fight, and argue about who is doing what, which team who is on and why and who has the better team and where you can and can't run. After all that is settled then the game is started and someone is crying in the next ten seconds after the game and then the fist fights break out and it looks like a gang of little kids boxing matches in the streets.
That is when I bring my son in the house and that is when he starts looking at me and telling me that it is "normal" for all this to happen and calling me mean and old fashioned because I had the gall to tell him to come inside and not let him be in the middle of the fists flying. In the middle of all the mayhem, nobodies parent even bothers to look out of the window to see what all the commotion is all about except me. I am not in the window I am outside on the porch calling my kid ready to pull him in the house by his ear if I had to. (not literally but figuratively) I don't understand that one. I don't understand why nobody, none of the other parents, whom I know are home at this time of the evening, don't bother to even take a glance to see what the shouting and screaming is all about. Back in my day everyone would be outside breaking it up and telling on you and you would be in trouble twice. And nobody would see you outside for a week.
But, the world has changed I guess. The dog days of summer are a thing of the past when you could peacefully ride to the creek with your friends and family and sip on a soda and crunch on a bag of candy and share a bag of chips. These summer days only bring me a headache and the wishing that school would start tomorrow.
Today, has been a good day so far. But, then again it is not completely late enough for the madness to start in the hood. I guess it could be worse but for me this is worse. Cheers to the end of summer and yes, I am counting the days.
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