Whilst in the process of writing a review this week, I was thinking about times past in regards to the present. That got me thinking about how much everything has changed from when I was a child; to how everything is now for the children of this generation.
Today I’ve been trying to read an Erotic Anthology, and because it’s a Saturday; I have my own child, I also have my niece staying over, they’re both playing outside on their bikes and running in and out of the house every few minutes like children do. Since I am reading a story in-between their next fleeting visit back indoors (I now have another new reason to love short stories), so I can have the book closed before they get in the living room and read the title. Laughing at myself that as an adult I have to hide my ‘Book porn’ from them so they don’t inquisitively ask me, or even knowing my luck the teacher in school what ‘Bondage Erotica’ is. I associated it, in my head with trying to sneak a peek at my parents porn magazine that I found under their mattress when I was 10.
Now thinking about that, it seems really weird. Seriously? A porn magazine under the mattress? My child is shit out of luck when he gets to his teenage years, if he’s hoping to find a porn magazine under my mattress he’s going to be hugely disappointed, and more than likely completely repulsed to find my under the bed restraint system instead.
This then got me thinking about how times have changed. I mean would he even contemplate looking under my mattress for a porn magazine in this century? Or are those the actions of a child from long ago?
I remember when I was younger, my friends and I stealing our parents clothes magazines so that we could look at the underwear models. My brother was notorious for it, it would be somewhat of a race for who could liberate it first. In all fairness it was usually him, I’d find them later in our ‘den’ in a plastic bag, buried in the loose mud next to the tree. This is where we would hide everything that we didn’t want our parents to find. It wasn’t all clothes magazines, it’d be the odd chocolate bar that we wouldn’t be allowed to eat; a toy our parents had insisted we’d throw out, and even the odd page 3 from the Sun Newspaper.
A couple of months ago I was having a conversation with my mother, she was outraged that her adopted son of 11 years old was just caught, by her, looking at porn on his tablet. She couldn’t believe it, she told me this wasn’t normal behaviour for an 11 year old. I laughed at her outrage and told her that boys will be boys. She couldn’t believe it, her son (my brother) had NEVER been like this when he was younger she declared. It was then that I had to remind her, that when we were younger we didn’t have access to the internet, we couldn’t just get a hold of porn so easily; I filled her in on the stealing of her magazines, and told her that if it were a different time, then she would have probably caught him looking at porn, and not just him more than likely all three of us.
You see, I was a child of the 80’s, computers and the internet hadn’t fully made their way in to the homes of practically everyone then. So the only way we could cease our curiosity was to take things that we found, hide them and then have a good look at them later on; usually with a group of our friends – we would laugh at the half naked men and women, whilst wondering if that is what our bodies were going to look like in a few years. I couldn’t just Google an embarrassing problem I was having – I’d have to either confide in someone or just deal with it the best way I knew how – To guess!
Part of me is envious as how easy my child now has it (Not the potential of looking at porn easily online! – Although I’m sure when he gets to that he’ll be thrilled) but all the information that is readily available to him; yet the other part of me is so relieved that I didn’t have to go through high school with camera phones, and the ability to record someone/something at a whim, that social media wasn’t around to document every embarrassing moment.
It’s now 2015, when I think back on being a child it seems like it wasn’t that long ago at all; but when I think of the fact that my child isn’t probably going to do any of the stuff that I used to do when I was younger to get my thrills; made me think about how much time really has gone by; and how much everything has actually changed.
I mean, does anyone even have a porn magazine hid under their mattress anymore? Does anyone even buy these magazines now full stop?
I’d love to know what you think in the comments, was your childhood much different from mine?