My Generation
What a couple of tough years we’ve all been living through. And now: war.
It can fill us with anxiety and fear. For me, it makes me feel how blessed I was in my formative years and how simple my life was as a child and young adult. A large part of this was due to my wonderful parents who kept us fed and dressed (see the skirts my mum made her girls in the first photo) and very happy.
I found this tribute below to our generation and I thought I would share it with you as it rings so true for me…..
WE ARE A GENERATION THAT WILL NEVER COME BACK. ( anonymous)
A generation that walked to school and then walked back.
A generation that did their homework alone to get out asap to play in the street.
A generation that spent all their free time in the streets with their friends.
A generation that played hide and seek when dark.
A generation that made mud cakes.
A generation that collected sports cards.
A generation that found, collected and washed & returned empty coke bottles to the local grocery store for 5 cents each , then bought a Mountain Dew and candy bar with the money.
A generation that made paper toys with their bare hands.
A generation who bought vinyl albums to play on record players.
A generation that collected photos and albums of clippings of their life experiences as a kid.
A generation that played board games and cards on rainy days.
A generation whose TV went off at midnight after playing the National Anthem.
A generation that had parents who were there.
A generation that laughed under the covers in bed so parents didn't know we were still awake.
A generation that is passing and unfortunately it will never return no matter how hard we try.
I loved growing up when I did. it was the best of times.
( And to be fair….I’ve seen my own children teaching their children to play board games and cards on rainy Vancouver days. My grandsons’ parents ARE there too. Hmmmm. Maybe this next generation will be more like us than I realized. )