1. Parents that didn’t believe that the whole world was out to kidnap / abuse / harm their children and let them go out and play instead.
2. Super Soakers. Water guns today suck, they are not even close to the first and second generation super soakers.
3. The occasional feeling of not having a care in the world.
4. My children look at me like I am their super hero, they believe in Santa and the tooth fairy, they believe they can call me in the middle of the night to look under their bed for monsters or just hold their hand.
I somehow make them laugh until milk comes out of their nose, I can carry both of them at the same time, (barely, but I still can).
They believe I can make anything out of Lego, wood and Duck tape, (Lego and wood are optional).
I miss my dad, and all that came with it.
5. Falling asleep on the couch and waking up in my bed in the morning.
6. I’d say the mindset and outlook of the pre-9/11 general public. I’ve heard that every generation has an event which shapes a lot of their lives, and 9/11 was definitely that for my generation. I always thought that there’d be a slow, almost seamless change, but it was the most abrupt end to an ideal that I’ve ever witnessed.
Eating at McDonald’s
Going to Disneyland