The Years of My Life, 1950

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

1950.

First grade! I started in the fall—

Soon knew my freedom now had passed—

I’d thought it would forever last—

But no: It wasn't long at all.

I kind of liked it, I confess—

I made some friends and soon fit in.

Oh, not a bad way to begin—

And best of all, of course … recess!

And it was 1950, Yo!

The year that I would be age six—

Would learn those super first-grade tricks.

One problem: Not a lot of dough.

Ten cents a week—that’s what I “earned”

By staying quiet and alive—

On such a fund I could not thrive—

And this I very quickly learned.

But soon I’d learned the school routine—

I’d learned to live on just a dime—

In school so SLOW was Father Time—

Much better was the TV screen!