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Kandor
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When I was a boy every streetlamp I ever saw had around its base...an old bicycle tyre.
Whereas kids these days just see a Lampost, people of my age saw a swing..people of my age saw a wicket or a goalpost..
In our day our lamposts held one end of a skipping rope or as silly as it sounds it was half an hiding place for hide and seek...
I used to love watching illuminated snow as it slid past its circle of warm glowing light.
It was an oasis of welcome that lit up our way in a simpler and more innocent time.
I dont remember the old gas ones that had to be lit by a man with a long pole but I do know this, when we switched to Sodium lights it may have lit our streets up more...But I wasn't able to see so clear..
I guess we call it progress....oh God....I'm tired.
Whereas kids these days just see a Lampost, people of my age saw a swing..people of my age saw a wicket or a goalpost..
In our day our lamposts held one end of a skipping rope or as silly as it sounds it was half an hiding place for hide and seek...
I used to love watching illuminated snow as it slid past its circle of warm glowing light.
It was an oasis of welcome that lit up our way in a simpler and more innocent time.
I dont remember the old gas ones that had to be lit by a man with a long pole but I do know this, when we switched to Sodium lights it may have lit our streets up more...But I wasn't able to see so clear..
I guess we call it progress....oh God....I'm tired.