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I want my MTV

February 2, 2026 — 1 Comment

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

In childhood, kickball, Kids, Memories, Reflection, Sharing Wisdom, Support ,
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An important routine

January 18, 2022

I watch him walk up and down the sidewalk

with a basketball as his sidekick

bounce, bounce, bounce

No matter the day or weather

Completely engrossed in his own world

He is old enough for me to ponder

Is he unconcerned with how others might view him?

Or are his brain and body quenched by routine?

I’d venture to guess both

I learn more from watching him

Than anything I see on any screen

His actions outrank the messages being thrown at me

and those thoughts I tell myself are important

Why not venture to do something enjoyable every day?

This is the fiftteenth (#15) 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

In Awareness, Brain dump, childhood, Kids, Memories, Passion, Reflection, Sharing Wisdom, Sports, Stress release ,
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I am good now

February 15, 2021

Mom took me to the place where I’ve been weighed

And poked

And given treats

That place is not half bad

Until I got tired and next thing I knew

I was waking up from a nap I didn’t know I took

My tummy hurt

And was colder and less furry than normal

And I somehow wedged my head in plastic

Dad picked me up

I couldn’t do anything but sit down and feel sad

About all the stuff I had endured

I was sure no other dog had ever lived through

Such confusion and anguish

I am good now

This is the thirteenth (#13) 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

In Just for Fun, Memories, Pets ,
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