Same here, wouldn't trade the time I grew up (1950s-1960s) for anything.
Makes me sound like an old coot, but so be it.
Anyone who thinks we’re old coots have no idea what we’re talking about and for them that’s a blessing.
Summers when we were kids we’d go out of the house in the morning and return for supper.
Summers today, no one can go out all day without someone checking up on them for fear that some ill has befallen them.
Fear is a curse today. The powers that be want us docile.