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I Want To Be A Kid Again...
Published miércoles, septiembre 13, 2006 by AllPowerToThePeople | E-mail this post
I want to be a kid again. I want to go back to the time when:
Taken from Rock 105.3's Newsletter "The Beer Ninjette's Stupid Joke Corner"
Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo."
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly.
Catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.
Being old referred to anyone over 20.
The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and rules didn't matter.
It was unbelievable that dodge ball wasn't an Olympic event.
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a sling shot.
Nobody was prettier than Mom.
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true. Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare."
Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30 minute ads for action figures.
No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home.
"Oly-oly- oxen-free" made perfect sense.
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
War was a card game.
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.
Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin.
Ice cream was considered a basic food group.
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly.
Catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.
Being old referred to anyone over 20.
The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and rules didn't matter.
It was unbelievable that dodge ball wasn't an Olympic event.
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a sling shot.
Nobody was prettier than Mom.
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true. Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare."
Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30 minute ads for action figures.
No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home.
"Oly-oly- oxen-free" made perfect sense.
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
War was a card game.
Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.
Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin.
Ice cream was considered a basic food group.
Taken from Rock 105.3's Newsletter "The Beer Ninjette's Stupid Joke Corner"
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