re: What experiences from your past would you bring back for today's kids if you could?

McDonalds french fries. They used to be great. Now they suck.

I used to get a large fry and a vanilla shake everyday before basketball practice when I was in high school. Now the fries suck and shake machine never works.

Pretty much the "go outside and come back in when the street lights turn on".

We built tree houses.
We played pickup football/baseball/whiffleball/basketball.
3 houses had swimming pools in the s/d (water volleyball and water polo).
We played on dirtbikes and in creeks.
Every 4 years or so, we would have a street war (throwing tree fruits and nuts and taking prisoners).

The thing I feel our younger generation misses is moving out at 18 years old and "being poor". Figuring life out (maslow's heirarchy). How to be self sufficient. How to sacrifice today for a better tomorrow.
What purchases generate wealth and opportunity. What purchases generate debt and are burdens for growth.

I'm assuming many who post in this thread have kids. Don't lament on this stuff, make it a part of your kids lives too.

I kick my kids out of the house and tell them to go play. Once they hit a certain age, I'm fine with them riding their bikes all over town. Helmets? LOL, that's funny. No.

The kids in my neighborhood and town do a lot of the same stuff that we did as kids, and it is encouraged by us parents. Riding bikes, pick up games, fishing, etc.

Small town South Dakota, I guess.

Spankings and boredom

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What experiences from your past would you bring back for today's kids if you could?

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Moms and dads having their known roles and sticking to it.

Mom going to the grocery once a week and cooking what dad likes, and we have to eat the exact same thing, no matter what...clean your plate. I remember my mom getting so feed up with me once she smushed the plate in my face. (Though she doesn't remember that when brought up today, but my siblings do)

Dad not hesitating to throw a spoon/roll/whatever at you at the table for frankly disrespecting table etiquette.

The sound of Dad's belt whipping out thru the loops in his pants.

Meant to add here...mom taking off her flimsy house slipper to hit you with it, though you had to learn to fake cry so she'd stop cause you wanted to laugh. The fake crying would help avoid the "wait til your dad gets home" threat, cause she felt she got her point across without him.

Long arse road trips and driving around at night for an hour or so looking for motels with the vacancy light turned on with the "no" off. Road trips where you either slept on each other in the back or looked out the window and listened to dads favorite kind of music as we had no opinion that mattered to him.

Cheap warm cola bottle that's flat as heck found under Mom's seat the next morning. Sugar pick me up of champs right there.

Obviously majority of the other stuff mentioned too.

Saturday morning cartoons then WWF time. Brothers and I would then start imitating them and their moves jumping off couches/beds/etc. Then mom getting fed up with the ruckus and sending us outside for the rest of the day.

Freaking high metabolism where you could eat a ton and it burned off with in mins.

Dad getting pissed and yelling at us as we ran out the door because he just noticed we used up all his electrical tape on wrapping up our wiffle ball bats/balls.

Good times indeed...

Well I grew up in a city like Mayberry with concrete. A great city with zero crime and tons of shite to do. Left the house at dawn and didn’t come home till dark. Swimming all afternoon in the summer and shoveled snow in the winter to have spending money. This city
Is still the same even today… but the kids growing
Up are much different.. the good ole days are
Gone forever. Sadly….