“TVs only had three channels when you were little?”
“Yes, son.”
“And did it have a remote control?”
“Yes, Me. My dad made me get up and change the channel. And then get him a beer.”
“Was the world in black and white, too?”
“No.”
“Did you use the internet for your book reports.”
“No, we used encyclopedias.”
“What’s an encyclopedia? Did you text Grandma on your cell phone about it?”
“We didn’t have cell phones. We called on land lines with rotary dials. And text was the print in newspapers.”
“What’s a newspaper?”
“How we got our news.”
“All the kids in middle school have cell phones. When did you get your first one?”
“When I was 30.”
“Did you play video games?”
“Yes, an Atari.”
“Did you watch movies on Netflix?”
“We watched movies on Betamax.”
“Dad?”
“What?”
“How did you survive in such a primitive time?”
“One day at a time.”
“Did the dinosaurs try to eat you?”
“No, your aunt left me alone.”
I so love this! Being twenty years probably older than you – I can change some answers, but remember my first plane flight! Wait until you tell him what a big deal 8 track tapes were!
Conversation between my wife and 11 year old son this week:
Son: Mom, what college did Paw Paw go to?
Mom: Paw Paw didn’t go to college, he had to stay and work on the farm when he finished high school.
Son: Well – he could have gone online………
I remember it all!! Love this!!
The most shocking talking session I ever had was the one about my grandparents boasting over the six seater outdoor toilet they once had to use before indoor plumbing was available. I had visions of spiders biting them while sitting on the seaters outside~ really traumatized me. I am so grateful I never had to use one… horrors~
I heard Dr. Jim Futral tell a story about a conversation with his grandchild. When asked how old he was when he got his first cell phone, he told her that he was in his 40’s. Her reply was, ” Gosh! And I thought MY mom was strict!”
*snicker* “your aunt left me alone” That sounds like something my brother would tell his son.
Funny!!
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