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Peter's avatar

I rarely disagree with you - and never did as much as here. Life is dangerous. A life worth living even more so. I follow you logic: Even in this horrible safety culture today, still way too many children fall victim to accidents. Who would deny that?! So let's look them up, deny them any experience that is not 100,00% supervised and safe - or even safer: Let's not have children ar all. You'll see: The numbers will improve.

That's the wrong approach, of course. Life is about discovering, adventure, independence, travel, freedom, sport, outdoor activities, challenges... - and all these ad risks.

Besides, your article is way too long. I made it only to the middle. The central idea could be summarized in a few sentences.

But let me also add: For years already I watch every single video of yours, I agree 99% of the time, and I'm grateful for your work. I learned a lot over the years.

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Jim Shaw's avatar

There is no one 'boomer' experience. I was fortunate to be brought up in a semi-detached house, probably built in the late 1930s. We had mains electricity, water, gas and sanitation. The primary school I attended was within walking distance, most of the route using unpaved 'gullies' between the backs of houses with gardens. The school was only a few years old. As it was on the city boundary there were cows in the field next door. It had extensive grounds with many large oak trees. There were three gates to the grounds, always open except during school holidays. The road traffic outside our house was pretty much milk men, bakers, coal men and laundry men. Only two vehicles parked on the road at night. My engineer father had a car from work, boys would come from miles to see anything new. He made his own TV and put up fluorescent lighting in the kitchen. The main road out of the city had 'rabbit runs' in the verges that we walked or cycled along. There was a big park with swings and slides, a rough field with a brook. This road is now a busy dual-carriageway, the field a pub car park.

In the summer we got sent to our Nana. She lived by the sea in a Victorian terraced house, outside toilet, gas lighting and only cold water. OK for a holiday, not bad in a small town by the sea but move the same house to the inner city, my city's inner city and it was hell. That's why there were the slum clearances of the 1960s.

Did I have it good? Yes. Did I have it bad? Yes. Ice on the insides of windows, milk that had gone off, lots of 'first world' problems! We live in our own times, simple changes have big effects. Could we go back to the past, say when 'everyone' cycled? Well first we would need big factories within a mile of houses, parades of local shops and get those women out of politics and back to the kitchen!

As the old song of the 'boomer' age went 'Que sera sera'.

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