#Microblog Monday 517: The Way Back
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Kathy left a recent comment about how “we do our situational best with the information/knowledge we have at the time.”
In writing her back, I started thinking about all of the things our parents allowed us to do that we would never permit now because we know more, such as sitting in the way back of the station wagon (no seat belt and waving to other drivers, distracting them), biking without a helmet, and motioning to truck drivers to pull their horns. Actually, it seems like a lot of the things we would never allow now have to do with distracting other drivers.
What are things you’d never do (or allow) now that were commonplace in childhood?
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The Way Back! We called it that too and have so many stories of family road trips alone, as you shared, that would never happen today! My parents used to put an entire play pen (pack n’ play today) in the back of our station wagon and put me in it!
Also, one time my sister and I were lying down/resting on thin mattress pads (that we used for camping), as the middle seats were down, and the windows were open and my dad was smoking. He threw his cigarette out the window and it came back in one of ours and burned a home on the mattress!
There are so many other things… Our family was watching YouTube videos this weekend of the Holderness Family about Gen X and how things were in the 80s — so fun/funny!
Love that my comment inspired this! Also, I looked for a reply from you in my inbox and don’t see one, so hope I didn’t miss it. Unless, this was the reply.
Lastly, reminding myself that we do our situational best (we didn’t know what we didn’t know) helps me often when I start to get stuck in reflecting on regrets.
*hole, not home
One of my favorite memories of my grandma is her driving an old pickup truck with me and a bunch of my cousins in the back, completely untethered, over tummy tickler hills at top speed. We caught air more than once! I can’t imagine that ever happening today. It was real fun, though!