Talkin’ ’bout my generation

I just got an e-vite to my 25-year class reunion.  Sadly and happily I won’t be able to attend this time because Dan and I are getting married that same week.  But I woke up this morning thinking about my generation for some reason and decided to write a few lines about us.

We are the children born in the year of the summer of love.  While our parents may not have been part of the counter-culture, it is still something that shaped who we are.

We trick-or-treated for Unicef and even if we didn’t understand where all those pennies were going, we knew we were doing something good.

We felt guilty when we saw the Indian crying in that anti-littering commercial and learned not to throw our crap out along the highways.

We celebrated the Bicentennial as little Betsy Rosses, George Washingtons and Ben Franklins.  And learned a deep love for our country.

We learned We are the World.  And to stretch our Hands Across America.  To give Live Aid and Farm Aid.

We watched our mothers emerge from the home and become powerhouses in the workplace.  And while we learned that women can do anything, we also knew we missed having Mom there when we got home from school.  We were the latchkey kids.

We got the first video games and MTV but we were still kids who liked to go outside and run around with our friends all day, not coming home til dark.  And for the most part, we were safe doing so.

As we became adults in the 80’s, we heard that greed is good and some of us took that to heart.  But most of us knew that helping our neighbors, both close to home and across the world, made us better people.

We got to love the Rolling Stones and the Who as they rocked into middle-age but we also got up-and-coming performers that would stand the test of time as well, like U2 and the late, great Michael Jackson.

From all of this, we became a generation that loves our family and friends, our communities, our nation and our world.

Our parents really didn’t need to worry that we were the future of the country.  Our hair and clothes may have been bad but our hearts are good.


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