I was born in the last year of the 50s. I was playing with toys in the 60s and 70s. It was a wonderful time to be alive. I lived in a town where we didn’t lock our doors at night. Trust was rampant! Emotions were simpler. You liked someone. You didn’t like someone. It really was that laid-back.
Technology was simple as well. It was pretty common for most men and plenty of women to understand how their cars worked. Now it takes a computer to analyze what’s under the hood. And if it stops at the side of the road? Good luck. You practically have to have a degree in Vehicular Engineering to understand anything.
And toys these days have way too many flashing lights and mechanical knobs that make these confusing playthings function. My favourite toy growing up was Lego. I remember red bricks and a gray platform to build on. It was heaven! I would spend hours inside my imagination building castles and dungeons and bridges. I was transported. It was glorious!
I am just over the half-century mark and I actually consider myself relatively well-educated. I still think of myself as bright, aware. But I walk into a toy store and I feel stupid. Everything is laid out. There are instructions on how to do everything. Where’s the imagination? Our children are spoon-fed everything. They don’t have to think, there’s an app for that.
I often wonder what the youth of today would do if the power failed. I would grab a candle, a book and maybe even some paints. I don’t rely on technology to amuse me. All it does is confuse me. And I say this from the seat of a wheel chair. I do need technology. I don’t have to like it, but I need it.
I used to go camping. Out in the wilderness with no light pollution. I knew how to make fire. I could cook. I could stay warm. And I could admire the Milky Way with no interference. They are incredible memories. Now a days we fear for our children. It seems as if no where is safe. We get so much information from the media we’re constantly being bombarded by all the horrible things just outside our front door. Doesn’t seem to matter if it’s true if it makes good copy. Fear seems to be such the prominent emotion with hate running a close second.
Sigh, I wish for simpler times.