B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for July 09, 2024

It started before the internet, with kids roaming the neighborhood resulting in Child Protective Services being sent to their homes by busybodies.

I don’t get it.

Where are the kids? Somewhere else, having fun.

What, they haven’t heard about cell phone trackers?

On their phones that you bought for them to keep em outta your hair. Regret it now?

They is probably kills themself after doing some steenky “social media” challenge.

Oh waitsaminute it still B.C. here. Maybe some dinosaur is eats them.

Some things change and some (other) things remain the same.

… & then come those overprotective types who make children wear helmets and kneepads when on the see saws, slides and swings. Dam n!, I am a hemophiliac but never did I wear so much protection while playing outside on those things.

Starbucks

Major spelling mistake in both frames of this antoon. Everyant knows that the antwork in question is called the “Anternet.”

“Where are the kids?”

Indoors, slowly being programmed by their consoles and smart phones.

We played on the old fashioned playground equipment all the time. If we fell off and got hurt, our mothers said “Any blood, any broken bones? If not, get back outside”

I drive through the neighborhood every day. I see kids out playing basketball, baseball and riding bikes.

Sounds like mine. “Simon Says” was very popular.

GoComics should consider adding a “don’t like” button.

Distraction began decades back when tv became the afternoon babysitter. That had its negative effects on child growth. Then came the fascination with pc’s that offered the world in a 6×9 screen.

Now it’s that portable entertainment center, which is available while walking into traffic, falling into fountains, not noticing the sunrises and sunsets, and ignoring good dinner table behavior.

Wonder what’s next?

I grew up in an era when every school was 10 miles away uphill in each direction and it was always snowing.

We did play on dangerous equipment, yet somehow manage to escape major injury. Mostly, we hit the street running in the morning and didn’t stop until the street lights came on at night. We probably went through more pairs of sneakers than a marathon runner.

Hope we go back instead of forward!!

I’m surprised in the second panel they are just not pulling up the app on their phone to find the kids.

Our school recess had jump ropes, some bouncy balls, and we could play hop scotch.During summer we played outside all day in all kinds of weather.We climbed trees, ate green apples till we were sick and then go do it some more.Sure we’d get scraped knees and elbows, but you went home, picked out the gravel, applied some Bactine or mecuricrome, bandage up and be back outside in 15 minutes to play some more.

When 80/20 hamburger meat is $5 a pound, minimum wage hasn’t been adjusted for inflation in over 20 years, unaffordable housing prices and enormous student debt, who can afford to have children in this age?

I have the strangest feeling that, one day, we’re REALLY gonna regret all this…

Um, depending on their age(s) probably staring at the I Phones.

Started with video games, before the internet.

Not waiting on us to bring home pizza for supper.

Sometime in the late 1940’s I was riding my bicycle with my legs in the handle bars playing belly gunner. I must have hit a rock and dumbed myself onto the asphalt knocking me out. I woke up having been rescue by some construction workers. They saw I was ok and I was ok. I continued on my way being a bicycle rider and not a belly gunner. I don’t remember if I told my folks about it or not.

They ran off with that whοre anteater Carmen Sandiego.

probably watching Skibidi Toilet

“Do you know where your child is?”

And the memories they have of watching a screen, will never compare with mine of chasing fireflies and playing kick the can

Before the Internet was TV. Before TV was radio.