
I experienced childhood in the 80s.
The only glowing box was a television.
Three or so channels you’d watch with your parents.
(MTV you’d watch without supervision.)
The music poured through radios and record players.
Mainstream artists received airtime.
(Undiscovered artists were worth finding.)
It was easy to turn things off.
When I was bored, I phoned a friend or walked to their home.
It wasn’t uncommon to feel bored.
Nowadays I grab a small glowing device to avoid feeling removed.
I am rarely “alone”.
I see things I can’t unsee.
I often yearn to go back to the 80s.
This is the seventeenth (#17) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!
Written by Heidi Woodard







