It was a nice time to be a little kid where I grew up. Even as preschoolers we could roam away from home. I would take nothing for those memories. Things went downhill fast and I had to keep my children close to home and under a watchful eye.
In other ways it was a hard time, but without those hard times some important improvements and changes could never have been made.
You sure knew what you were, girls were girls and men were men, everybody pulled his weight, there were no welfare states, and our old car ran great those were the days.
Born in "56. Remember my mother in tight waistbands with full-flared skirts, lipstick, hair curled, and pointy heels. But everything else from that time was just home. I was too young to be aware of passing eras.