My Life in Poems

Nostalgia

This poem is dedicated to the "lost" generation calls "Zillenniels" (born 1993-1998)

I miss the good old days when kids used to play with dolls, color in coloring books, solve puzzles, play board games for fun, enjoy reading cute stories, play outside until nighttime and the streetlights come on for curfew, and watch good old TV after school with their cousins in other family members' houses and/or best friends' houses (if you had a best friend).

I miss watching good old Saturday morning cartoons on broadcast TV, eating animated cereal with my sister and cousins in my grandmother's house.

I miss eating together with my family and going to other family members' houses.

I miss laughing, playing, and talking with my family, almost all the time.

I miss watching tapes and DVDs, listening to MP3 players and CDs, and seeing the values of marriages and families.

I miss having something useful to hear on the radio, instead of just YouTube. Just in the backseat in my mom's car and vibing to the music.

I miss watching something meaningful and comical on TV, whether it's cable or broadcast.

I miss going to my grandmother's house to spend time with my cousins and sister.

I also miss seeing my grandparents who moved out of my state.

I won't miss the atomic alarm clock, but I'll definitely miss telephones for some reason.

This was the prologue for my novel, "Despite All Obstacles", but it wasn't receiving enough attention, so I moved this here for anyone who wants to read it. Don't forget to vote and comment to show your support.