Call me back when the school kids have to have drills about hiding under desks and student bus drivers are appointed to get the children home.
If you transported a typical kid today, back to the 1950/60’s, they would be in asylum with a strait jacket on.
You can’t live forever, kiddies.
I had a bus driver (Mrs. Willie) who had a wooden yardstick and wasn’t afraid to use it. More than once she broke it across some kid who wasn’t listening.
“Duck and cover!”