When I was young my parents told me that I would wish I had this time to live again. I have to say that I thought they were a bit senile. Who in their right mind would want to live with no TV, cell phone or Facebook? Who wants to fish in clean water, breathe unpolluted air, or play in the middle of the street without harm? Who needs to sleep through a silent night or wake early to play in dew covered grass? Who needs simplicity, friends …family? Why would I long to hug my father, to kiss my mother’s brow, to tell my brothers and sisters I love them.
“Not me,” said the ignorance of youth.