Welcome to Act IV of the hashtag week – #ThursdayThrowback!

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For the past couple of days, my Internet has been acting up. When this happens to me every now and then, I get irritated, because I expect things to work in the way they are intended. When the issue persists for longer than I would like, I grow increasingly upset, which can lead down a few different paths. Anywhere from me emitting angry screams, through me passively sighing, to me physically displaying my anger on my computer.

Today, however, I chose to look back to the days when I did not have Internet access at all. Times have changed, and I am not even a centennial… Nowadays, every little Internet outage causes an outrage, but there was a time when there was no Internet access and people survived. Mind blown, right?! It boggles my mind that I had the patience to use Dial-up back in the day, when to open a single photo you had to wait a whiiile. Oh, how fun it was to spend 10 minutes waiting for a photo to open… only half way and then the connection failed and you had to start all over again. And of course the bloodcurdling, signature sound of the modem connecting your computer to the World Wide Web – CLASSIC.

There are many things from my childhood that I reflect on quite fondly. Remembering how things were back in the day brings me a sense of calm. I guess you could say that it makes me appreciative of what I have now. Even if it does not always perform up to my standards. It is so bizarre to know that what was “normal” for me back then, is not even recognizable to teenagers of today. A cassette? A walk-man? Times when if you missed a TV show, you were out of luck – gone, lost, forgotten, unless there were re-runs. Times when if you heard a song on the radio, you could not Shazam it, or google the lyrics to figure out the title, or the author…

Please let me know what YOU miss and/ or remember fondly from your childhood that is not as popular today.

To wrap this up, one more thought – maybe I was naive, but it seemed like we were a lot more innocent than kids are today. Would you agree? Do you remember the Macarena dance? The Macarena song HAD TO play during all of my school dances. It was a smash hit back in the 90s and no one really knew what the song was about until… (see below)


Lyrics for today are from the song “Macarena” by the band – Los Del Rio:
“Hey Macarena
But don’t you worry about my boyfriend
He’s a boy who’s name is Victorino
I don’t want him
Couldn’t stand him
He was no good so I
Now come on, what was I supposed to do?
He was out of town and his two friends were sooo fine

9 thoughts on “#ThursdayThrowback

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  1. nice post yea we can not live without these technologies nowadays its like our soul is in them lol ,and today’s kids they are sharper cause they have there parents phones in there hands when they are even 1 and kids learn fast

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  2. Were kids more innocent? I’m not sure. In some ways yes, in other ways not. Keep in mind, of course, that I’m 103 years old, but we were less housebound than kids are today–and I suspect than your generation was.

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    1. You’re right – I am younger than you. But what is a decade here or there in a grand scheme of things?

      Innocence in a sense that there was not immediate access to all of the information in the world like today (i.e. the Internet), and so whatever you knew was from your older siblings or magazines you looked at quickly while your mother was picking out groceries. Or you looked up things in an encyclopedia while pretending to research a school project. Nowadays, you heard of something, you look it up right away on your phone, and then link by link, you discover so much more.

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        1. And similarly with violence. Parents would protect kids from hearing about violent crimes. Violent movies would mostly play on TV after bed time. Now, it is so easy to get ideas on weapons and crimes because of social media. The fashion to post videos of your own suicide on Facebook is not helping, either.


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