Things are different today. A friend of mine just had a baby and he and he and his wife, it’s like their brains have turned to mush. “Oh, this is too hot, this is too cold, Oh no, that’s the wrong car seat. CAR SEAT? We didn’t have no car seats, we didn’t have seat belts. They gave us a pair of scissors and told us to run!
That’s because I was a product of the Post War Baby Boom the first wave of baby boomers. War’s over, Bada Boom, everybody is having babies. Pretty soon there were too many babies. What do you do? Start weeding them out. We had pajamas that would burst into flames if you looked at hard enough. Toxic paints, on EVERYTHING. Toys had sharp points and projectiles that would fly off. There was always some kid with a patch over an eye. By the time I was in the 5th grade we had 3 kids named lefty. When you went out to play. If you didn’t come back bloody, you weren’t playing hard enough.
But I believe those of us who survived the 50’s are better for it. We’re raising a generation of wimps. How many 3 year old do know who could hold their own against a dry cleaning bag?
