When were YOUR Good Ol’ Days?

Whilst walking with Suze yesterday morning we were discussing the term ‘Good Ol’ Days’ and what did we consider to be our own good ol’ days and choosing to NOT look at them through rose tinted glasses, but really looking at them …. Suze decided that her ‘good ol’ days’ were probably in her 40’s, which was twenty years ago now. She asked me what were mine or what did l consider my good ol’ days to be?

So we look at the term itself …. Good old days is a cliché in popular culture used to reference a time considered by the speaker to be better than the current era. It is a form of nostalgia which can reflect homesickness or yearning for long-gone moments.”

Good Ol’ DaysA phrase; Used by old people, when these words are used in combination it is a signal to young people to get the hell out. Ahh yes the Good Ol’ Days. Did i ever tell you about the time we rode the train from st. louis to san diego? (this is where you leave)

So when were mine?

My best years were in fact the 80’s and the 90’s and although l had lots of trouble and strifes during the period of 1981 – 2001 and some of my disasters were huge, that period of time were by far the best. Of the two decades if push came to shove which would l say were better?

Hands down the 80’s and then the 90’s.

Why?

The music, self-discovery, films, sex and everything else that travels along with a young guy in his twenties to thirties … I have also found the last ten years alone to be challenging and eye opening and as great as the 90’s for my discovery and appreciating and understanding of friendship.

Anyway – now it’s your turn ..

When were YOUR Good Ol’ Days and WHY were they good?

Let me know your thoughts and answers below – cheers.

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33 thoughts on “When were YOUR Good Ol’ Days?

      1. Each part of my life had its problems. Now I am wise enough to know how to deal with them. Besides, I love the freedom that being this age has brought me. I’m sure the previous decades were good too but I didn’t know how to deal with my issues then, as I do now.

        1. Thanks Rory. Don’t you feel
          Liberated with age? Do whatever you want, dress the way you like and behave the way you feel ( without being rude!)

        2. Well in truth, l have always behaved mostly like that anyway, which is why when younger l was always in trouble or upsetting parents, friends and other folks.

          I was a conventional sort only if my father threatened me, so it was easy to appease him rather than face his wrath, but by my later teens l was just being me 🙂

          These days all l notice is the ageing part.

        3. I didn’t behave like that when younger. I also was concerned with how I appeared to others, dressing wise, how I spoke or acted. That’s why at this age, I feel liberated and free. This time is the best for me as I got rid of all the care I had about how others see me.

  1. It’s hard to say… each era of my life contained unpleasantness. I loved when my girls were little and I stayed home with them… but my marriage sucked, so there was that stress. Now would be good if I wasn’t in chronic pain…

    1. 20’s – so mid to later 90’s 🙂

      That was a better world than today for sure as was. The world’s never been fabulous BUT, still today is a very different world to yesterday.

  2. I think the first ten years of my life were the best, because I didn’t know anything! 🙂

    Christmases were good. School holidays seemed long. Even the chimes of an ice cream van brought happiness.

  3. A very difficult question for me to answer. I usually pick my 30’s (i.e., 1977-1987) if pressed but they do not dwarf other decades. None of the decades were without tragedies but I look back on them all fondly. And each decade had exhilaration and high points. When I am flippant, I say this decade or a decade yet to come. But that is quickly becoming mathematically impossible.

  4. Sheesh! I guess the 80s. It was my “coming of age’ and life was full of color, music and experimenting. There were some hellatious valleys too… my first depressive episode at age 15, living in my car part of 87-88… but nostalgia-wise, Yep! 80s.

    I think my best years are ahead. Even with the aging and physical issues, I look forward to “Running Away From Home” in 9 or less years.😉

  5. I rather agree with Sadje. For me there’s good things then and now. And not so good things now and then. So that now and then and then and now are altogether my good old new days. And that’s good enough for me ☺️

  6. I don’t know if I have ONE specific time frame I’d call “good old days”. Like Sadje said there have been good and bad days throughout every decade. I had the most fun, but was the most stupid too when I was 19-20 (1979-80) and my whole 20s wasn’t bad I suppose. That’s not to say there weren’t bad things going on in my life. I was unemployed for a lot of it, I stole things to get by, I did a lot of ugly things I wouldn’t do over if I went back. But the freedom? The growing autonomy? The being able to find a safe space that was mine and mine alone? Fabulous. But. My ‘good old days’ center around 1983 to 1990. I lived in a place I absolutely loved, I had rented a small house with a huge yard, that had fruit trees and plants that the old lady who owned it had planted. It was a neighborhood where I had grown up in part (as a child), and it just always felt like ‘home’ to me there. I moved in 1991 to an area that I hated, but I met hubby shortly after I moved too, so had someone to help with that adjustment. My old ideal neighborhood is gone now, it’s become like a ghetto there almost, and my beautiful trees and yard were taken over by someone who did not care about them. So most of the trees are gone and the yard is a horror show of rusty cars and parts, dead grass and it just reeks of despair. You can’t go home again.

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