Is it a sign of aging that one begins to look back at the past with a certain degree of fondness?
This thought came to me this morning as I was having my shower*.
In fairness this thought began as a memory popping up of that great Disney classic, Motor Mania featuring Goofy as Mr Walker and Mr Driver. Far too young to remember this one, even in repeated repeats mode? YouTube is a wonderful thing. Here is a nutty, yet observant 7 minutes taken from your life by Walt and Co. Interesting to see nothing has changed in over 50 years.
So thinking about Goofy, as one does of a morning, I couldn’t help but look back to the years of my youth. It took a while.
Once I was there I recalled that it was a treat as a youngster to “go into the city” with my Mum. This would be from the small town/suburb in which we lived, by rickety old public transport buses. The sort with tubular metal seats and (probably) leather upholstery. This was in the days before every family had a car per family member. Once we arrived at the ‘big smoke’ we would walk up and down Queen Street** looking in the shop windows and doing whatever shopping my mother had taken us there for. I remember the free bus from Queen Street up to Farmers on Hobson Street. I even remember the amazing play area at the top of the department store, the tearooms and even Hector (stuffed or unstuffed is a bit hazy).
But the oddest memory I have of this time, and this is where we come back to the tenuous Goofy connection, is that there was an unspoken rule about walking on the pavement. Just like driving, you stayed to the left hand side. I don’t recall it ever being broken as a child. Nowadays, hah, you’re lucky not to be walked through by thoughtless people travelling five abreast no matter which side you choose to walk on.
I miss that. It worked. You didn’t have to do some weird, post-modern dodgems dance act all the way down the street. People didn’t ignore the fact that you existed, they didn’t have mobile phones pinned to their heads (or in Wellington, ear buds firmly implanted) and they were courteous. Nowadays I seem to be the one dancing to avoid oncoming foot traffic. It would appear that in one generation the Mr Walkers of the world have become Mr Driver, whether encased in a little transportation bubble or on foot.
In my humble opinion, this is definitely a case of it was better in the olden days.
How about you? Is age making you look back with fondness? Or do you find everything much better now?
* might I be so bold as to recommend your morning (or evening) ablutions as a good time to ponder the great questions in life? Answers seem more forthcoming. Or is it more questions? Anyway, inspiration does strike there with monotonous regularity. In my experience.
** yes, I was brought up in Auckland.