I grew up in Eight Mile AL.  Eating at a restaurant or fast food was a huge deal that only happen once in a blue moon. Ice cream was usually homemade by friends, and us kids would help by turning the handle on the churn bucket, and again, it was rare. Chips and soda were for special occasions. A good lunch was a sandwich to take outside in the yard. Eating cold watermelon was a treat on a hot day. You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your play clothes. We had to do our homework before being allowed outside to play. We ate dinner at the table. We went to school everyday and rode a bus with 3 to a seat. There was no taking you or picking you up from school.
Our phone was attached to the wall in the kitchen and had a cord. There was no private conversation or cell phones! TVs didn’t have a remote. To change the channel we had to get up and change to one of just a few stations.
We played Mother 1,2,3 Not It, Red Light Green Light, Hide & Seek, Truth or Dare, Tag, Baseball, Kick Ball, Dodge Ball, Kick the Can, made mud pies, rode bikes or fished. Staying in the house was a punishment and the only thing we knew about being "bored"--- "You better find something to do before I find it for you!"
We ate what mom made for dinner or we ate nothing at all.
There was no bottled water; we drank from the tap or the water hose (warm). We watched family shows like The Waltons, Little House on the Prairie, Dukes of Hazzard, HEE-HAW, and The Brady Bunch, Red Skelton, I Love Lucy, Andy Griffith, Gunsmoke, The Lone Ranger, Cartoons on Saturday mornings, while cleaning the house from top to bottom. We rode our bikes for hours. We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING. If someone had a fight, that's what it was and we were friends again a week later, if not SOONER. We played til dark, sunset was our curfew, or when you heard “the whistle” and when the porch light came on.
School was mandatory and teachers were people who you could TRUST and respect.
We watched our MOUTHS around our elders because ALL of our Aunts, Uncles, Grandpas and Grandmas, AND our Parents best friends were also our PARENTS (they COULD & WOULD WHOOP Y'ALL!,) and you didn't want them telling your PARENTS if you misbehaved.
These were the good ole days. Kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid. I loved my childhood...!!!
Kids these days will never understand how we grew up!!!