There are things I miss about my 20th century childhood.
Some things my body has simply rejected: Goo Goo Clusters stir up blood sugar. Wiffle ball causes back spasms. Jumping a ramp on a bicycle would be a 911 moment.
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Other childhood pleasures have simply run their course: Archie comic books, Matchbox cars and Monkees LPs come to mind.
For my two sons, ages 15 and 10, childhood is more elaborate. But I still wouldn’t trade the 1960s for modern diversions. Today there are more sources of entertainment, more food choices. I was 10 years old before I had a pizza, 20 before I ate a taco.
My 21st century sons, meanwhile, are part of the bloodstream of the age – the internet. They order stuff online, play online games with friends and do homework without ever leaving the couch. They play outdoors a bit, but mostly during prescribed hours on formal teams.