Remember when there used to be a toy in the cereal box? And when cartoons were reserved for Saturday morning? And when we carried square plastic lunchboxes to school with the thermos inside?
My friend got store-bought cookies in her lunch. I thought she was so lucky. She told me a few years ago how she was jealous because I always had homemade cookies. Funny how we see things as kids.
I rode a little country school bus with our neighbours. There was no one my age. I sat in the back seat, right side and often read a book. My sister sat in the front seat. There was a hierarchy on the bus, based on age.
I had to play viola in the strings program at school, because only a violin or viola would fit on our little bus. I liked the cello.
On the third Wednesday of every month, we got off school an hour early and we would be allowed to go to the store and buy a treat for the busride home. It was the only time we were allowed to eat on the bus.
One time, the last day of school, everyone got off the bus at our farm. All the neighbours gathered and we had a community baseball game.
Later, we had new neighbours who loved to socialize. We had end-of -the year baseball games at their farm and a Halloween party. They turned their barn into a haunted house. It was so much fun.
I didn’t always like being a farm kid – as I got older, I felt isolated and wished I could do things with friends like the city kids. But we had our fun too…and now I wouldn’t want it any other way.