BEING A '90S KID

Does anyone else remember the days when mud pies were a thing? When you could play outside all night as long as you stayed in the light and in the distance where you could hear your mother call when dinner was ready. When you didnt need a pool to get wet, just a water hose a hole in the ground, and you can dry as long as you keep playing in the sun. Not to mention getting hurt was a huge secret or you would be called stupid for doing whatever it was you were doing and you better have learned.

Nowadays kids have so much more and can't play and get hurt without it being the worse thing ever. Now there are bullies for the way you look or talk. kids would rather watch reality tv shows than ride a bike or play with other kids. even talking to parents about how their day is or and form of communication is completely against the cool rules.

Back in the day, I could walk around without adult supervision, and I wouldn't get into trouble not only because I would use my brain, but if I did do something that would get me in trouble I was sneaky enough to never get caught.

Kids nowadays don't even think about exploring or trying new things because they are afraid of getting hurt, being made fun of, or even getting into trouble. They don't know how to take chances or make strategies on life or even figure things out when something doesn't work, most importantly they don't know how to live happy fulfilled lives outside the internet and fear.

Getting hurt when I was a kid had levels of pain. Do I just rub the dirt off and keep going? Do I need to put a little pressure on for a few seconds? Do I need to rinse it off and put on a band-aid, or is this a maybe I should tell somebody kind of hurt.

Conversations I had with my parents were awkward but only for the fact that it didn't happen often unless, it was about what I needed for school or something that was going on that day, But appreciated. I was glad to talk to them even for a brief moment. I would say whatever was on my mind. Thinking very hard in the back of my head whether or not to say everything that I had been up to. Quick thinking was a must. Or I would be in trouble.

Punishment at the Frias house was dishes, because back then even a six-year-old knew how. I was one of five kids, and being the youngest was a bad and good thing. Good when my parents were around. Getting away with a lot because even though my parents never said. I know I was the favorite. Bad because when my parents weren't around I had to do most of the chores that my older sibling didn't care much for, and it was a do or die. tell and be trampled kind of agreement.

Kids with siblings today are like parents to each other and don't let the other ones have fun. They tell on and protect as if some kind of cult. they are too wrapped up in doing right and not stepping out of line or experiencing outside the box that it's become a way of life.. and the past is the past. It is old, weird, gross, and boring to even hear about. I remember those days and they were the best. the old days are what kept me from being a zombie and not living life to its fullest because being a kid in the '90s was the last of our kind.