February 24th 2014 06:43
Yes, it would seem that in spite of my earnest belief that I was still 17 at heart, not even the most ardent of cardiologists would be able to testify this had even the slightly ounce (or is that gram?) of substance to it.
Yep, reality bit me when I was asked by a six year old if I could help out with their weekend homework assignment about 'growing up in the 70s'.
- What did kids in the 70s do for fun?
- What games did you play in the 70s at school?
- What activities or past-times were popular?
. . . get the picture?
What seems like only yesterday to me was a serious generational history lesson for this kid - who admittedly went from begrudingly completing the assigned task to at least sounding like they were interested.
So amid the fidgeting and angst of having to endure my responses - I did my best to make things interesting by digging out a few 'gems' from those days of yore which I'd kept for God knows what reason.
Tucked away in a rather large book box I'd hung on to like some decrepit hoarder were tokens of my inglorious past including bubble gum trading cards, a coca cola yo yo or two, ding bat, SSP supersonic racer, jacks and assorted bits n pieces.
Together we 'walked the dog' 'rocked the cradle' and 'went around the world'.
We tried our hands at onesies, twosies and threading the needle.
We discussed the virtues of how an Eric Simms was worth at least 2 or 3 Billy Smiths, Graeme Langlands or Ron Cootes.
We even tried our best to re-attach a piece of elastic and a rubber ball to an old ding bat . . . oh the memories.
By the end of it all, I felt pretty good - not because we'd completed the task or because I got to dig out a few 'toys' but because for a time there were two kids just talking to one another - old school - hands on . . . which in my books probably beats the Google search I'm guessing most used.
Reality bit - well gnawed really - but I think we both got a taste for life in the 70s all over again.