Do You Remember…


Your parents were the dumbest people on the planet?

Your entire weekend depended on going to the right party with the right girl or boy?

Your entire weekend depended on having enough gas money to get to that right party?

The entire success of that weekend depended on getting home without having your parents find out about the perfect party?

Or the boy/girl you went to that party with?

Or how you got the money to buy the gas that got you to that perfect party?

Weren’t things so hard back then?

Don’t you miss those problems?

Damn, I do!



About timkeen40

When I was seven, I opened one of those little Golden Books (Lassie) and started copying the words down on paper and it set my soul on fire. I have been writing ever since. I don't know where this is going but I invite you along on the journey.
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4 Responses to Do You Remember…

  1. Just Joan says:

    My folks were control freaks, so I attended exactly zero parties in high school, let alone the “good” ones. I was away at college before parties and boys became a “thing” for me. I don’t really miss it. When it’s their dime, it’s their rules. Independence turned out to be far more valuable. 🙂

  2. I never went to parties. I do remember once, when I stole one of my daddy’s cigarettes and got caught when he smelled the smoke. I told him I had just lit a candle. Yep…my daddy had just fallen off the turnip truck! 🥴

  3. Baffledmum says:

    Oh, if only life could have stayed so simple…

  4. prenin says:

    The first party I went to a GUY spiked my drink.

    BUT: Because I didn’t drink or smoke, I could taste it in the orange juice, so I offered to buy him a drink, drank the new one and he had the spiked one!!! 🙂 ❤

    Blessed Be!!!


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