Fifties Here I Come!

I was born in the fifties. I am sure that I don’t remember anything from those early days. Yet when…

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Fifties Here I Come!

I was born in the fifties. I am sure that I don’t remember anything from those early days. Yet when I think of good times on the beach and music, I tend to go back to those years.

What was it about it that excites me today? Maybe the innocence of people? Less struggles? More evenly balanced budgets? Pride in who we were then? Respect?

I don’t know but I wish I could go back and live as a teenager and forget about the years prior to this and the rap music of today.

Oh take me back to car hops and poodle skirts. Add a tall milkshake and a boy with Ricky Nelson’s face, and I will be in heaven.

The Childrens Museum of Indianapolis – Poodle skirt –