I sometimes tell BB & GG that I had a better childhood than them. While the two of them did not grow up with technology like the children of today, they were exposed to it at a much younger age. My father was in IT, so I was exposed to technology much earlier than my peers, but our childhood was one that was free of pretty much all technology, with the exception of the radio and some television. Today’s poem is a throwback to that simple time, when life was about playing and enjoying life!

The Simple Joys of Childhood

In the days of the eighties and nineties’ embrace,
Where childhood was golden, a magical place,
No internet buzz or smart device calls,
Just laughter and sunshine, and echoes in halls.

Mornings with cartoons, a bowl full of cheer,
Saturday wonders, so simple and dear,
Riding bikes freely, till the streetlights came on,
With scraped knees and smiles, till daylight was gone.

Secret societies and letters sent through the mail,
Whispered secrets and an adventurous tale,
Skipping rope rhythms, hopscotch on chalk,
Endless games played on sidewalks of talk.

Library visits, the scent of old books,
Adventures in pages, with longing looks,
Trading cards, stickers, and marbles in hand,
Simple treasures cherished, in a world unplanned.

Climbing up trees, feeling the breeze,
Catching fireflies with effortless ease,
Running through sprinklers, laughter in flight,
Campfire stories that flickered in the night.

Handwritten letters passed in the class,
Notes folded neatly, with whispers that last,
Ice cream truck melodies, coins in races,
Chasing the music, with joy on our faces.

Friendships were forged in the simplest of ways,
Shared in the parks, on long summer days,
Hide and seek giggles, and tag’s playful chase,
In a world of pure wonder, an innocent space.

No screens to distract, no digital chase,
Just the pure, simple joys of a slower-paced race,
In the heart of the eighties and nineties delight,
Childhood was magic, in the purest of light.