We’re the generation that’s never coming back.
The generation that walked to school — and walked back home.
The generation that actually learned lessons, not just passed tests.
The generation that played tag, hide-and-seek, and kickball in the street.
That ate powdered milk and begged for “a blessing, Mom! A blessing, Dad!” before heading out the door.
We’re the generation that used payphones to make a call — or paper cups tied with string.
Tattoos weren’t part of our life plans.
We were the kids who ran home before dark, made mud pies, and gave each other wild haircuts in the summer.
We traded marbles like they were gold.
We licked lollipops till our tongues hurt — then made faces when we hit that sour powder in the middle.
We folded paper airplanes, cut out paper dolls, and built our own toys out of nothing.
We were the Walkman generation — the VHS tapes, floppy disks, and mixtapes generation.
We kept photo albums filled with real pictures and scrapbook clippings.
We watched our …More