Lucky Not to Be a Millenial

We used to get bored.  I mean bored in one afternoon when parents were taking a nap and we had to stay quiet and wait for 5PM so the kids' program would start which would last for an hour, after several days of summer break before our summer classes of English, tennis, swim, and painting would start. I mean bored when it was too hot to go to the backyard to play with our scooters and bikes. And then, we would improvise. The basement was a refuge if we could maneuver the tiny lizards zooming away as soon as the giants of our feet stepped down the stairs.  There was a pingpong table, paint brushes and oil paints and painting boards, there was a small mosaic water pool with a few fish swimming around, there was the plants in the flower boxes, there was a bed to sit on and read a book or play with my sisters.  Or we would just walk around and imagine and ponder and dream of far far away lands and animals and planets and deep sea ventures. We got bored but too late and the boredom would last far too short but long enough to dream. I  mean bored not at any moment without a smart phone or wifi. We were lucky to have born in the age that it was not easy to get bored!