Jan 29, 2007 15:40
Yesterday was a Thinking About Old Times Day. First, at lunch table, the discussion led to me realizing that the evolution theory wasn't taught at school when my grandparents went there. Oh. They actually have believed that every species was created individually.
Then, I was watching the exhibition gala of European Figure Skating Championships, and remembered a story that my mum always used to tell me. How she would always go to a neighbour's home (upstairs) to watch figure skating when she was a small girl, because they didn't own a TV. And the glittering clothes were pretty and the lady upstairs brushed her hair, because she only had sons, not daughters.
Another popular story of mum's childhood is that when they moved to the other side of the country when she was two, the first thing they did at their new home was go to the toilet and open the tap, because they hadn't had running water at their previous home.
Weird, to think that their life has been so different.
What will our children think was weird in our childhood? Having to learn to write with pens? Having to watch TV shows when they're broadcast and not when you feel like it? Not knowing if there's been life in Mars? Something else?
And what things will be the same?
childhood,
thoughts,
family