The abomination is seeing something from your childhood and realizing that it’s now considered “vintage”.
I made the mistake of looking up what Steve Guttenberg looks like these days. He looks perfectly fine for his age. It’s just that my brain insists he should look as young as in Cocoon and Police Academy.
Yeah, I don’t think I’m taking this whole “aging” thing very well.
Looking back and remember some things that new children don’t have. Yet the worst thing for the generations coming is that these children have time schedule from the day they open their eyes in this world.
There’s nothing worst for a child not to have time to dream awake. Not to use fantasy to create fiction stories to amaze or scare friends. To play on streets without danger. To take a stick and make it “everything”.
We work hard to create better workers, that’s our achievement only.
Seeing how i grew up, with almost nothing and how my children grow up, with almost everything, i feel luckier from them. So i believe that i failed!
The loss of imagination is something I’ve been feeling keenly, in myself and the society around me. I remember when I was a kid, when having a new pair of winter gloves was an inspiration to imagine myself as a superhero who gains mystical powers when he puts on his gloves. A stick was a sword or a magic wand, a triangular ruler was a space ship, a box was a car, furniture and bedding was something you used to build a fort (and drive your mom crazy because she just finished tidying up).
I used to carry that imagination and inspiration with me, learning how to push the boundaries of my knowledge of programming and dreaming about the awesome things we will do with computers to turn our society into something that spans the unnumbered stars in the cosmos. I used to write short sci-fi stories and poems, and compose tunes on the computer. (It was doggerel and crap, but hey, it was fun to do.)
Somewhere along the line, I lost all that.
I wanted to kindle that same fire in my son. I watched him as a kid, playing with sticks and pine cones and his plushies, and having that same kind of imagination. But I also watched him play computer games. Stuff like Minecraft and Little Big Planet at first, but as he grew he kept moving on to games that gave him more and more pre-digested content to consume. And as he grew, playing outside with his friends was something that happened less and less.
I feel like I failed him, because he doesn’t seem to dream half as much as I would expect from someone his age. Some would say it’s better that he’s more mature than I was. I’m not so sure. I’m holding on to a hope that his dreams are somewhere deeper, where teenagers keep their inner lives “safe” from the “boring” grownups who don’t understand them.
As someone who never truly grew up or let the child in me die, I continue to foster it in my daughter in hopes she keeps that quality forever. She is such a beacon of joy, love, imagination, kindness and generosity and I pray that never leaves her.
I see it a bit differently. I see dreams are still there. However due to current society (and especially the youth with social media) they aren’t shared due to shaming. This has very little to do with parenting and more to do with the current climate of socializations out there. My wife and I did both public schools and home schooling and so our kids are messed up with completely different aspects of what happened. My oldest went to high school and tried to share her dreams and was shot down and excluded because of her openness. She is also shy and timid so that didn’t help that she couldn’t defend herself. My youngest shared her dreams with her classmates but we got her into school earlier so at the junior high level . She is also very extroverted and will get in your face to defend herself and her friends. She is a natural leader in her group.
So the point here is that society, itself, has shunned dreams and idealism because status quo is now enforced on an international clique mode of popularity. It takes someone willing to buck the status quo and defend dreaming. All others are shamed to be the automaton called citizen.
I don’t believe the kids stop dreaming. They have been conditioned to stop sharing. Because of this, dreams aren’t tempered into viability with trusted constructive feedback from friends, mentors, and family and so we are seeing really bad ideas coming out that can’t work because it’s an unvetted 9 yo’s dream that never evolved into something more.
What can we do? Be the people that are willing to review the dreams and vet them. Provide constructive feedback and make them viable to become real. Above all else, encourage dreaming and courage to dream.
But back to abominations
Oh yeah I definitely agree. I will always encourage and foster and grow that.
I hope you are right brother, i really do. I don’t care if i failed, all i care is them to be happy. At least we didn’t use violence to make them “better” 
. That’s the only thing i believe we did correct in comparison of our parents and teachers why not. If our teacher punish us in the school we knew that the second round will be at home .
Fun times, lol.
Are you sure? Sounds to me like you found the defining variable. Kids need more trauma not less. Got it.
Now where is Mr Bigglesworth. Time to show how fragile kittens are.
The worst reminder for me is whenever I happen to see how many years ago The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time came out.
When you hear Tomb Raider comes to your tavern:
When you get to see who it is:
I used to have a piece of bamboo that was shaped like Skeletor’s Havoc staff on one end when I was little.
COMING FOR YOU MEK KAMOSES
… something tells me it isn’t… “ethically sourced”. D:
That’s so awesome!!! 
Yea I know right!
One of my friends is a big MXR plays fan an sent me these mouse pics thinking it would creep me out but i want one.
