This just makes me nostalgic for my own childhood when things were orderly and we were happy.
Before all of this attention to individual rights became so prominent you never heard of depressed kids!
No one was committing suicide, there were never more than 2 over weight kids in an entire school-no matter where it was.
And certainly nobody showed up with a gun.
Ahhhhhhhhhh, memories.
Thanks Sister Pauline

Hi Pauline,

Thank you for the poem !

Joyce,

 You nailed it sweetie ,, the good ole days .. gone but not forgotten by those of us that lived in them.. a fight meant you had words with the bully of the school not chains , guns and knives.

Hugs and Blessings,

Geketa