I Want to Go Back to the Fifties
I want to go back to the fifties. I want to turn back time to
when the world was a simpler place. I want to put my hair in a ponytail and roll
up the legs of my jeans. I want to play music on a turntable, and dance to rock
and roll. I want to wear penny loafers and
bobby socks and big skirts with can-can petticoats.
I want to have a slumber party and giggle with my friends. I
want to cruise down Main Street and wave at the boys. I want to go to a drive-in
restaurant and have a hamburger and fries without worrying about cholesterol. I
want to drink root beer from a real glass mug. I want my biggest problem to be
whether or not Elvis wriggles too much when he performs and whether Suzie really
fell asleep at the drive-in movie.
I want to go steady. I want to wear a fellowís class ring
and put tape on the back of it to make it fit. I want to worry about homework
and final exams, acne and after school activities. I want to watch television in
black and white.
Funny, how I thought the teachers were all too hard, that Iíd
never graduate and that only my parents and a high school diploma stood between
me and living happily ever after. I worried about things like college
scholarships and if Iíd ever get married or whether I would be an
"old maid." I didnít know about womenís rights, or civil rights,
or right to life, or right to death.
Then I grew up.
There was stereophonic sound and supersonic transport. There
were riots, demonstrations, and rockets to outer space. There were babies and
bills. There was social movement and political awareness and something called
responsible citizenship. Cold wars became memories and real wars became
headlines. I found out about lies, political assassination, social disease, and
buying on credit.
I want to default on the problems of the world.. I want to
live in a time before designer drugs, credit cards, and computer viruses. I want
to renege on the present and go back to way things were. We have come so far. We
have gained so little.
I want to go to a football game and cheer for
the home team. I want to turn in my marriage license, my driverís license, my
voterís registration, and my social security card. I want to forget about social responsibility and
political consciousness. I want to return to the malt shop, to drive-in movies, to
virginity, to an age of innocence.
I want to tease my hair and watch American Bandstand.
Copyright 2000 Sheila Moss