- We had only one car, and it was at work with my father (this may be an eye-opener for my younger brothers as well as my own children).
- My Mom didn't work - wait, I mean, she worked her rear end off, just not in any way for which she was paid in money (unless you count the Monopoly money she fished out of the registers).
- We played outside in the backyard (even if it was really cold), or in the neighborhood until dark (without my parents there).
- We walked to school or took the bus (remember: the car was with my dad).
- We had to ask before we could watch television -- and, we had only one television (insert gasp here).
- And we only had one or two toys that were Sesame Street ... and I think they were hand-me-downs.
In the past 40 years, times have changed -- which may be obvious, okay it is.
Sesame Street has changed substantially over the years -- people can see Mr. Snuffleupagus (yes, he used to be a figment of Big Bird's imagination); Elmo wasn't even a glint in Jim Henson's eye; there was nothing weird about Bert and Ernie living together; and Mr. Hooper was alive. (It was a long time ago.)
Now, Sesame Street characters talk about divorce, day care and other subjects that weren't even broached in our homes, let alone on a television show that my Mom let us watch.
We learned our letters and numbers and figured it out. It was a part of our life and it seemed much more simple then. (Okay, NOW I seem really old!)
But it was more simple: There was no Internet (Al Gore didn't invent it yet); parents didn't have to worry about who would stay home with their sick kid; kids got chicken pox and survived; and we ate our dinner the one that Mom made (even creamed tuna on toast with peas, yuck).
So, now, I'm finally old enough to get it -- the old days were better.
Happy 40th Sesame Street, here's to another generation with its own morning rituals ...