Bonnie, Jeff, my mom. We look great! Old fashioned. I don’t remember us then. Not before or after the camera created this moment frozen forever.
What I remember is how my brother and I fought with each other and my mom tried to get us to behave. Jeff was a rascal and my mom was patient with him, believed in him.
I remember Jeff to be a nuisance most of the time. I didn’t hate him. We didn’t fight to really destroy each other, but we watched cartoons a lot then and we fought like they did, throwing each other around the living room.
My brother has faded scars on his forehead from a swing I threw at him. I didn’t want to hurt him but that’s how we played, modeling the play in those “harmless” black and white cartoons.
Harmless cartoons, and today there’s video violence right out in the open.
I wonder what we would have done with video games. I wonder, would our parents have allowed us into that world when we were young?
More of this to come…