Do you remember when . . . ? “Air-conditioning” was open windows and an attic fan? “Permanent Press” lasted only until as your starched and ironed shirt was put on? Many diseases were an automatic death sentence? Dentists didn’t use Novocain before drilling? You could be chastised by your teacher for being non-religious? Girls were told they could be anything they wanted to be when they grew up – as long as it was a secretary, nurse or teacher? Girls who “got in trouble” were shipped off to Aunt Edna’s, and were considered social outcasts? Abortions were available only in back alleys? Kids sexually or physically abused by priests or by their parent had no outlet to protest? Rape victims were shunned if they spoke out? Your “group” had your own water fountains and bathrooms, and the “Coloreds” had theirs? Everything was in Black or White, and rarely the two did mix? You could refer to an area as “______town” and no one would bat an eye? Not only did you not come out of the closet, you triple-locked it to make sure no one found out? You could go to prison for standing by your Constitutional Rights? (Right, Red Scare?) I’m just as nostalgic as anyone, and many of the above suggestions brought a smile to my face. But it’s all too easy to forget that not all things were as simple, or as pleasurable as they first seem to be. Party lines may seem quaint, but I couldn’t get by without my cell phone. I devoured my set of World Book Encyclopedias, but gimme a computer and the Internet any day. Bad things do happen today, but bad things happened to people when I was a kid as well. They may be different things, but they were still bad. All in all, I have fewer fears and worries today than I did as a kid, or even as a young adult. Maybe that has to do with the acceptance that what’s gonna happen will happen, so why worry about it?