Those Days.

I miss those days when home phones rang loudly on walls in colors of burnt orange or sunflower yellow. When kitchen floors were linoleum and plastic runners graced hallways. The days when time took up space and brains weren’t in a million places at once. The days when news took a few days or even a few weeks to travel from person to person. The days when everything wasn’t right at our fingertips and people looked at their next door neighbor like next of kin. The days of crayon drawings and collages made with paste and hard macaroni noodles. The days of mud pies in the rain and sliding down the dirt hill behind the house until holes made way in our playclothes. The days we sold lemonade for a nickel and walked home from school with no technological distractions. Just us, the road and a conversation among schoomates. The days when TVs only had 25 channels and sitcoms like The Cosby Show and Family Ties gave their viewers lessons in love and family every week. The days when music videos played and radio station DJs edited phone calls on reel to reel using razor blades, splicing the words together with tape. The days of macrame and charm bracelets. Play cigarettes and velcro sneakers. Lite Bright, Candyland and Clue. The days when everything wasn’t so easy and people valued the simple things like a game of Uno with a best friend. The days when we were all a little less self-absorbed and a little more cautious of how our actions affected others.

I miss those days.
-Karlie Hustle