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I think the world changed since I was a sheet of paper.

Just take a look at my Facebook status for Halloween.

Back in the day, when we were set loose on the town for that one night of the year to collect our winter’s supply of cavity inducing candy, like masquerading squirrels flitting from branch to branch scavenging its life-giving supply of nuts and seeds, we made sure the person answering the door knew exactly why we were there, nearly screaming, “trick or treat!” We didn’t have an accompanying parent, prodding us to say trick or treat when the door was opened. Our parents were home on Halloween and we ran wild and free. All year we were told not to take candy from strangers, to stay off the neighbour’s lawn, to not speak rudely to our elders. This was the one night of the year to make up for all that. Not skipping a house, racing across every lawn so not to waste precious candy collecting seconds, leaping flowerbeds and garden gnomes. It didn’t matter who opened the door or how deranged the local gossip portrayed the deviant rumoured living within the abode, we demanded their treats and took every scrap that was offered, even the apples and unwrapped candy. Yes, we demanded their treats and we demanded loudly! No hesitation, no shyness, no loss of confidence, no looking back at out parents for support. We were loud and to the point. Trick or Treat! We had a job to get done.

That was a time.

The last time I dressed up for Halloween my costume was a giant sheet of paper.

Since that October more then just trick or treating changed, the entire world is a different place.
 
There was a time when texting required envelopes and stamps.

There was a time photos were stored in albums on your shelf.

There was a time when food didn’t have nutritional information.

There was a time when doctors would actually come to your house when you were sick at night.

There was a time when litre is what people with accents called trash on the side of the road.

There was a time when principals had straps and no qualms about using them.

There was a time when games required a table and people in the same room.

There was a time when marriages lasted longer then the president in office.

There was a time when playground equipment was made completely of iron and steal.

There was a time when outdoors was a place kids would rather be after school.

There was a time Tom Cruise was famous for his acting.

There was a time when trans-fat made cookies and fries incredible!

There was a time when a mobile phone was a regular phone with a longer cord.

There was a time when a play date was the next scheduled performance of your high school’s drama team.

There was a time when teenagers used to walk around town with both hands in their pockets.

There was a time when the hockey team that amazed everyone was the Islanders.

There was a time when C-3PO was how a dyslexic spelled COPE.

There was a time when the big gadget everyone wanted was the Walkman.

There was a time when the TV remote consisted of tricking your sister to walk over to the TV set and turn the dial to the only other channel.

There was a time when disco lived.

There was a time when reality TV was called the news.

A lot has changed since I did Halloween. It makes me wonder what trick or treating will be like in the year 2040 and what are the things in this year we’ll be looking back at in that year, saying, “There was a time when.”

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3 thoughts on “Thought 198: The World Has Changed Since I Was a Sheet of Paper

  1. Hey Brad, do you actually think Tony Adams could grow that beard? I bet he couldn’t even today, lol. I love this stuff your writing, great stuff.

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