In My Day
My childhood was fraught with previously unperceived dangers. Only with hindsight can I see the rusty nails, the overly affectionate coach, and wildly inappropriate entertainment. It's a wonder I survived. Or perhaps it is a trick of my matured mind. Was I protected by my innocence, a shield from sinister forces that so unquestionably haunt my memories? Or have I given life to bogus boogie men to more easily claim my superior survival skills? Either way, kids today have it way too easy!