Things were better in the old days. They just were, period. Ask anyone older what things were like before, and they will fondly stare off into the distance and tell you how times may have been hard, but they were happy.

Things were bigger, better, brighter, longer, and more amazing than now, regardless of what “those things” might be. Summers were definitely better in the old days, for example. Let’s forget about all the bad things that may have happened as well, “Oh yeah, we used to walk fifteen miles to school every morning at five thirty, twenty kilos of books on our backs, come back home to do a day’s work cleaning out pig pens, but we were happy - and healthier than today’s kids too.”

You may then ask, “Healthy? What about smallpox, or TB? We don’t have them now.”

Or you may point out that the person in question grew up in the centre of a big city and were there really that many pig pens in a metropolitan area in those days? But it doesn’t matter. Things just WERE better in the old days. It was a different world then, the same, but subtly different.

Things were simpler, more honest, less complicated, and arguably, more dangerous. If you made a funny face when the wind changed your face would stay that way. It would. You would then have to try and see if the wind was going to change again and then hope that you could turn it back. If you walked under a ladder you most definitely would be unlucky the rest of the day. You had to avoid black cats, they are unlucky, or lucky, depending on what you believed, but usually it meant there was a witch nearby. 

Yes, the further back you look, the more misty things get. You don’t just pass the point where your parents or grandparents, or even great grandparents remember, you go further, a lot, lot further.

You go back to an older world.

A much, much older, world. No, more of an Olde Worlde…   

Welcome!

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