I have so many memories
Of when I was a kid,
Of all the things that happened
And all the things we did.
We didn’t have T.V. back then,
We studied by lamplight;
We went to church on Sundays
And said our prayers at night.
We had to walk to school each day,
The distance – it was far;
There were no yellow busses
And no one owned a car.
On those wet and rainy days,
We had to stay inside;
We played house and shop and school,
Or played at piggy-back ride.
In winter we skated on the brook,
We swam in it in summer;
We had our little concerts too,
And at Christmas we would mummer.
We went sliding down the hill
On Dad’s big old wood slide;
We all piled on, a dozen or more –
Now that was quite a ride!
We weren’t allowed to go out at night,
How many times we cried
As we watched the other children
Playing hide-and-seek outside.
Sometimes we had our squabbles,
As siblings often do;
But we were raised by the ‘Golden Rule’
And we got our punishment too.
And now as I look back on it,
Those were the ‘good old days’.
We didn’t have any riches,
But they were better in many ways.
© Martha Hillier