I was 20 years old in 1977. I was slim and dating pretty girls. My future was ahead of me and I was having a great time. Now my knees hurt, my income’s fallen way past inflation, no one wants to hire an old white male, and I just got a positive COVID test.
I’d go back in a heartbeat.
I am sorry to hear your life is hard.
I hear you. In ‘77 I was 21 , had a VW bus, hair down to where ever, there were girlfriends a plenty and life was good.
Now it’s a pacemaker, a stent, and bad knees.
I wouldn’t want to go back to those days necessarily but they had their good moments.