It doesn’t seem like we are as old as our grandchildren perceive us to be but when they talk about their latest history report and you tell them that you were alive at the time and remember the events well, you are instantly relegated to the age of a cave man in their minds.
Such was the case recently when one of them talked about their assignment to talk about the Cuban missile crisis in that long ago day.
Without trying to frighten them, I told them of being in school and remembering the weekly drills on how to duck under our desks should a nuclear explosion happen near us. The drills included listening for the sirens in town to sound and then running home and recording the time so we could report it the next day in class.
Do you remember those days of innocence and worry too?