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Sunday, October 19, 2008

The good old days


By Lauren Roodt
The dining hall is known to concoct some pretty revolting meals every now and again (to be kind) but once a year they seem to pull out all of the stops and treat us to a morning of bliss.

Although my tummy is grumbling by 8am I restrain the hungry hands reaching for that packet of Oats-o-easy. Nothing and I mean nothing must enter this stomach before ten o'clock. It is brunch day. The one day of the semester which we long for. That one special day during which we wish we could stay in the dining hall forever.

Sadly, brunch came and went but one similarity between that day and any ordinary day is the conversations which happen in the dining hall. You will learn to use the dining hall to your advantage. Especially during exams. Anything to avoid having to go back to your room and study. You will have that extra slice of toast, the third cup of coffee and those topics of discussion which once put you to sleep will suddenly become the most riveting conversations of your life!

Lately, dinner time conversation has focused on childhood memories. We all remember the cartoon jingles of Recess, Pepper Anne, and The Magic School Bus. We discuss where parents went right and where parents went wrong. We remember the birthday parties, squirting sunlight liquid down slippery slides and finding sweets on treasure hunts.
It saddens me to think that the children of today are not going to experience these thrills of childhood. Instead they will rememeber the first sex scene that they saw on TV at the age of 5, the first time a boy touched them at the age of 9, their first encounter with rape and murder, the initial thrill of getting their first push up bra- at age 11. Children are growing up too fast these days (gosh don't I sound old!). But it's true, those days are gone.
We reminisce about being children. Some of us wish that we could go back while the rest say that they would be happy to be stuck at 18. But no matter what age we wish to be we all smile and aaaahhh at times gone by. Here's hoping that in 10 years time, when we all have babies and jobs, that we will look back on varsity and laugh and aaahhh about what we got up to in 'the good old days'. And here's hoping that our kids (please not soon) will remember sand castle and water fights.

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