Plush Bear

The older we get the more we forget?
If you ask me it's the other way round. What we see in the elderly is that they remember the past and their childhood very well. I can't say that about most children. It feels as if they are least interested in real life and no matter if you take them out it doesn't seem to impress them. The cinema for example (we call it: bioscoop). I remember my eldest being 4-years-old and I was happy to take her out and have this experience and from that time on she (we all) are film lovers (okay, fanatics). I remember one of the birthday parties held I took children to the cinema and I was surprised back then as there were several who had no idea what it was or what to expect. I was flabbergasted and today I am about way more things for example children growing up using English words but not able to speak English, children not aware of the fact that chicken on their plate is an animal. And what to think about people who seriously believe coaca (milk) is produced by brown cows (in the USA it turns out even adults believe that).

So while one of the #learnwithsteem teaching schools educates about the benefits of technique making life so much easier it turns out we create a stupid population. One without other knowledge than repeating what some say, copy-pasting AI phrases and without skills. The lack of skills is the biggest worry of civilization. What will happen if we all enjoy the big bang, a blackout is the result and we live in a world without electricity. Will you build the old-fashioned windmill to generate energy? One you can also live in or will you sit and wait for someone to save you? Most likely it will be the mess we see in films like "Blindness" and all those other "happy" Hollywood films we "invited' to watch (Hunger Games, Silo you name it).

Let's hope the elderly are still left and remember the skills and can be educated on how to survive. Indeed those elderly who are called bored and no one likes to listen to them because they are labelled as the source of all misery the present youth live in. (these young ones are right their parents spoiled them way too much and should have taught them how to work, kick their arses and take away the phones, internet access and so on because if you like it or not, the high tech will not be the future and for sure not for all of us).

What does this all have to do with a plush teddy bear? Nothing except that I remembered I had one. It was white with a blue belly and kind of flat as I saw it for the first time (age 7?). I kept if for a while but never found one again and today I wonder if it was mine at all back then. Perhaps it was and I did vomit on it as a 2-year-old and it was taken away (washed and stored in a box) or perhaps it was a present as I was dying in hospital (cause: starvation). Perhaps I remember it in a few years if I am old enough. Not that I'm looking forward to remembering more than I already do. It sounds like a burden to me to remember a terrible childhood and relive it over and over again as those with Alzheimer's do.

Picture: pixabay.com
13-10-2024
Saturday prompt: Plush bear - @freewritehouse

Note: I changed the first hashtag (hive + number) into hive-161155. Will it post this time in the right community?

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