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I remember when I was your age... Each generation spends the first half of their lives hearing this phrase over and over... Until the day comes when they discover, with shock, those oft heard words coming from their own mouths. That's the day they know they've crossed the threshold from recipient of generational wisdom to disseminator of experiential knowledge. I'm now in my second half-century of life. I often reminisce about my own youth. The multitude of things we old-timers took for granted which are totally alien to the youth of today. The freedoms we knew and adventures aplenty......
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There are a multitude of things that those of us in our second half-century took for granted in our younger days, which are totally alien to the youth of today. In many instances this is a good thing. We knew and lived with crippling and life-threatening diseases that are nearly extinct today, for instance. But there were also freedoms that we knew and enjoyed that children don't have today. In some ways, I think today's children often miss out on so very much that made out lives interesting, fun,...and memorable.
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Feb 26, 2025
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Do you remember the days when you got your hair cut sitting in a chair in the middle of the kitchen, with an old towel draped around your shoulders? Your mother stood over you, armed with a comb in one hand, and her favorite sewing scissors in the other, and you hoped with all your might that her hand was steady, her eyesight sharp, and that when she let you up again, there was more hair on your head than on the floor...