I'm a child of the 1960's

This started out as a reply to someone.


The society you're raised in has a lot to do with how you interpret and interact with life. I consider myself to be a product of the 60's. I only remember a little of the late 50's. I remember John Glenn's space trip. I remember Hawaii becoming a State. MMMM! Pineapples! Hawaiian themed parties were quite the fad. I remember singing about a one-eyed-one-horned flying purple people eater in the back seat of the family car. My parents loved rock & roll. A Chuck Berry riff can take me back faster than anything.

In the early 60's I remember a common sight was of men who were missing arms or legs. There were also a lot of people with a shrivelled leg and a huge shoe from polio. One of my friends had a grandpa (or a dad?) with a number tattooed on his forearm. I think he must have been the one who told me communists baked babies to see how long they'd live. My parents certainly didn't tell me that and I really don't think they taught that in school to first graders. My friends and I sang WWII song parodies about Hitler and Mussolini and French women who didn't wear pants. We had no idea what the songs were really about.

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You know what I'd like to see?

Your versions of what I wrote last night.

** cross-posted in ljover30 and forthsomething **