tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20953115.post115825637390550028..comments2023-09-06T07:14:17.131-04:00Comments on The Simple and the Ordinary: A Perfect Childhood?christine Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17800441088372947329noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20953115.post-1158358311340005702006-09-15T18:11:00.000-04:002006-09-15T18:11:00.000-04:00This is a great post!One thing that always fascina...This is a great post!<BR/><BR/>One thing that always fascinates me is this question of what happened that the world started getting more dangerous around the time I turned 12. I used to think it was simply that I had gotten more aware of the danger that was always there. Then I thought maybe the world got more aware about the danger that was always there. Now... I think the world <B>is</B> more dangerous for kids today than it was 25 years ago, and the awareness <B>is</B> higher among both the kids themselves and society in general. And I think that does mean kids have a different kind of childhood today than I did in 1980. I am sorry for what kids have lost, and I wonder if things will only look worse in another 25 years.<BR/><BR/>That said, you make good points about the decades before, and how each came with its problems. Perhaps mine is simply an involuntary nostalgia, founded only in my own reality. Perhaps kids are just, in their very make-up, able to create "perfect" childhoods out of the materials they are handed.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09565452997974328700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20953115.post-1158351388377791542006-09-15T16:16:00.000-04:002006-09-15T16:16:00.000-04:00True that, Christine! (And I think this should be...True that, Christine! (And I think this should be the post you offer up for the Carnival at Wands & Worlds.)<BR/><BR/>My mother will talk about her childhood and those who listen may start to sigh and think, oh, the good old days: freedom to roam the city (she grew up in NYC, blocks from Central Park); and then when she moved to the Jersey Shore in her teens, growing up at a shore town.<BR/><BR/>BUT: there were the "dirty old men" exposing themselves daily in the park (ignore them, her mother said) and the rats who lived under the tub. As she says, they never had a pet cat; but they always had cats. Not as pets, but to keep the mice & rats away. And while the shore was great in some ways -- other issues existed, from prejudice, to being stranded & isolated because of no access to transportation, money issues.Liz Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16671844475303001610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20953115.post-1158288627949253822006-09-14T22:50:00.000-04:002006-09-14T22:50:00.000-04:00Very nice post, Christine. I agree with what you'...Very nice post, Christine. I agree with what you've said.Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15169707337312707247noreply@blogger.com