Time. Why is there not enough of it these days? Even Tulley asked this week "why is there never enough time in a day Mum?". I told her when I was growing up time seemed endless. School days were long, we came home and played with kids in our street, got to go to the shop on our bikes, swam in the pool in summer.... All week was long whilst I awaited Friday afternoon to arrive when Mum would pack the car for our weekend "Up the River". We'd spend all weekend waterskiing, swimming, playing Parents against kids soccer or softball matches on the turf farm next door. We got to sneak out at night with our Dad's baring torches to help ourselves to a few watermelons or cobs of corn from the farms. Stealing is not cool however it seemed that everyone helped everyone and shared their goods, the bartyr system was in full swing without keeping account of who shared what. Picking oranges from the parks orchard, meeting new kids that came to share in the same weekend fun; parents playing cards; barbeques; playing tricks on each other.... the novelty of all the kids going skinny dipping in the river when the showers had run out of hot water, at a time when it wasn't taboo to bare your naked body in public besides we were only! No-one looked at you as if you should be hiding your body nor with any sexual link to your nakedness.
Why is it there was so much time in every single day back then?