Nostalgia for the old days
Children invented their own games or played games handed down from their fathers and grandfathers. There was never a shortage of toys and a child was never bored. The time to return home was the evening prayer. When the evening prayer was called, the house had to go home and the villagers had to go to their villages.
Longing for the old days
Mothers would complain that their children did not enter the house from the street. Little did they know that one day they would say, “This child doesn’t go out, all he has is the internet… We can’t get him off the computer!” Now there are tens of branches and hundreds of books on child psychology, developmental psychology, child education. I wonder why? Whereas our mothers didn’t even know how to read and write.
My grandmother is sick, we are going to the hospital. I am walking, my grandmother is not with me. She stops and waits. “What are you waiting for, grandma?”
“Can’t you see a man is coming, how can you walk in front of a man?”
“Alas, if you do this, we won’t make it to the morning.”
