What a dream life you had as a child. You were so unaware of your classmates' miserable homelives and being bullied in school. You don't remember the fights in the playground or the lonely kid left alone in the classroom. Back in the '50's we had juvenile delinquents, unwed mothers, foster kids, and stranger danger, but it was whispered about. This wasn't on the nightly news for us to hear about every single day. If our classmates broke into the local clothing store and took off with a new wardrobe, the Sheriff hushed it up because the kids "came from a good home." When the mixed race kid from a poor home was stopped by the Sheriff for simply walking along the road at night, it was splashed over the front page of the local rag as if he'd been a "prowler." I'm speaking from personal knowledge from my hometown here in Washington state. You were protected somehow from the reality of life in the '50's and '60's. We had our share of bad things happening, it simply wasn't shown on TV or "social media" as blatantly as it is now. I'm not talking about mass shootings, which are horrendous and out of control. I'm simply remembering the common unhappiness that was a part of the good old days along with the good.
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