photo by Christian Widell via Unsplash
Years ago it had been their pitch, a rough piece of wasteground surrounded by a ring of scrubby trees that caught tumbling crisp packets, discarded newspaper shiny with chip grease.
They’d used their jumpers for goalposts, left bottles of lemonade in the shade to keep cool on hot days. Talked about Thunderbirds and Dr Who and how Shane Lacey in the third year kept a knife tucked in his sock. Long, hot days.
Now there was a proper goalpost, crisp white lines painted on the grass. No more chip papers, no more warm, dusty lemonade. How he missed it.
Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See the picture and write a tale. Visit here to read the other stories and to join in.
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That’s progress. Safe, tidy and antiseptic. Would we really change back though?
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Sometimes the old days were certainly more charming.
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Not all improvements make things better.
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Improvement is in the eye of the beholder, that’s the truth. I like to remember, though, that every tradition we fondly remember as set in stone was, at one point, the new way of doing things that peeved off the older generation.
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Very true, Joy. Traditions are being formed all the time, we just don’t relise that’s what they are until we’re some time in the future. Thanks for reading 🙂
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To paraphrase a saying I’ve heard from other sociologists: age-old tradition is what my grandparents did, old-fashioned is what my parents are, modern is what I am, and what my kids do is @$#! crazy.
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Haha! Very good – and always true. I remember reading a quote from Aristotle where he berates how foolish and self-centred young people are – shows nothing ever changes 🙂
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Yes exactly!
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