In my day we did not have these lavish splash parks. When we were hot we played in the watering hose. If we were feeling fancy we might even put a sprinkler on the end of the hose and run through that. That was good enough for us.
A hose was good enough to cool us off on a hot summer day, but now the kids need splash parks. What is next, are they going to need fancy rooms with their air conditioning? Will they still stomp in puddles or are they too howty towty for that with their splash parks.
I would go down to the splash park at Tom Varn and picket to let everyone know how I feel, but that would leave my lawn unprotected. I have to be here in case that little Coots kid tries to cut across my grass. If I let him get away with that in no time I will have a bare spot in the yard.
These splash parks really get in my craw. What more new fangled amenities are these kids going to expect? Soon they will be demanding lazy rivers. When will the madness end?
Don’t even get me started on their phones. When I was a kid the phone was on the wall where it belonged, not in some kid’s pocket. If we wanted to walk around on the phone we bought a long cord. If we wanted to see a picture of the person we were talking to we would find that on the wall.
I am turning 50 but I am still hip to the lingo that the kids use. Right, chat? Okay maybe I sometimes understand what those little vermin are saying. Well of course I can’t understand them with their splash pad lingo.