I'm so old I Remember when:

We could really do one dumb thing with cars back in the day. If the lawn mower or your neighbor's lawn mower ran out of gas most every day kind of folks had a gallon jug for lawn mower gas. Glass jug was bad enough but we used a small diameter flexible hose to put down in the cars gas tank and sucked on it to siphon gas from the car for the lawn mower.... or even a gallon to take to a friend who had ran out of gas on the road somewhere. I never got a mouth full but some people did. Now I think there is an anti theft device that will not let you do this.
OH, been there………. done that………survived. Never swallowed any gas but the occasional gasoline mouth wash did happen.
 
I remember I actually believed in the existence of easter bunnies.
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Wait! What? He doesn’t?
 
Being retired I really have no reason to be up at 5:30 except for the little lady getting up to head out to work. But, I do like being up when not many others aren’t. Does the time change bother you much? I don’t really ever notice it that much.
I try to live on my own schedule so I don't have alarm clocks or nothing. I also don't have set hours at work so set my own. I like an early start so it's an early over then I have some day left for other things.
The bother with time change is I do not prefer it getting dark earlier. I don't mind driving to work and starting my day in the dark but I dislike it getting dark and cutting into my outdoors time in the evenings.
But really this time of the year I mostly dislike because I pick my kid up from school and for some reason they don't see it fit to work their schedule around mine. Until my internal clock resets it's straight from work to the school sometimes. I like to run my shopping errands in between leaving work and getting to the school.
 
I remember playing "Dodge Ball" in grade school. I wonder if such a violent activity is allowed in schools now. Just the thought of making kids get between to players who are throwing a big round soft red ball at them just might send shock waves the first day kids told their parents they got hit with a ball because Little Johnny threw it deliberately at them.
 
I remember playing "Dodge Ball" in grade school. I wonder if such a violent activity is allowed in schools now. Just the thought of making kids get between to players who are throwing a big round soft red ball at them just might send shock waves the first day kids told their parents they got hit with a ball because Little Johnny threw it deliberately at them.
I liked dodge ball……and survived. No debilitating injuries, no psychological damage, no sociopathic tendencies, didn’t become a ward of the state and so on. We have definitely, not all of us certainly, created successively more and more weenie generations.
 
I try to live on my own schedule so I don't have alarm clocks or nothing. I also don't have set hours at work so set my own. I like an early start so it's an early over then I have some day left for other things.
The bother with time change is I do not prefer it getting dark earlier. I don't mind driving to work and starting my day in the dark but I dislike it getting dark and cutting into my outdoors time in the evenings.
But really this time of the year I mostly dislike because I pick my kid up from school and for some reason they don't see it fit to work their schedule around mine. Until my internal clock resets it's straight from work to the school sometimes. I like to run my shopping errands in between leaving work and getting to the school.
Yeah, I haven’t used an alarm clock for decades, a light sleeper so never had an issue being up when I needed to be. I do like being up early and having that hour or so before my surrounding world really gets kicking. I get to do my morning devotional first thing (Our Daily Bread) before moving on but many times there is just dead time, especially in the winter, where nothing is happening. Sometimes I sleep in a bit longer just because but if I get up later than 6:30-7:00 I feel like that is a late start to the day.
 
Remember when us older folks wanted to, and worked towards, getting out of mommy and daddy’s house as soon as we could? The mere thought of living with the parents into our adult years made us cringe.
I wanted to move out of the house earlier, but just couldn’t. At nearly twenty-four, I have a degree, but no job. It’s a bit depressing.
 

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