I have always felt that I was born at the right time (1941) place (rural wisconsin) and by the best parents. I do have regrets that I didnt do the best that I should have with the opportunity's I had. That was my fault.
I had a taste of everything. Pre air conditioning, out houses, hard jobs, free shows set up on vacant lots in the summer, church camps, still some old timers around that told me storys back to the 1890s etc. We had "loafer benches" outside our store and I would eat up those old boys storys. One room school, remember all relatives coming home from the war, roaming the fields at will with a .22 rifle, fishing trips to canada. Hunting and fishing all over wisconsin. Hated it, but working in the fields with other kids, ice skating on a bayou and warming up to a burning tire at night etc. My folks would take trips on a shoestring. We went to the ozarks, out to california etc. Mom would buy the makings and we would eat alongside the road. I have slept alongside the road while mom, dad and sis would sleep in the 53 nash as the seats made a bed. Got to see the country more than my peers. I had a whizzer motorbike at 12 years old. Only a few other kids had one or a cushman scooter. I had a batchlor uncle that owned a junk yard near by and I guess I was like a son to him. He would take me with him hunting, fishing and we would go buy junkers. My dad also was a very avid hunter and fisherman. He was a great shot and would work with me at it. My dad was probley too easy on me. I was brought up in a country general store durring the war and was allowed to roam the country all I wanted with no one watching me. I roamed as far as a mile or two at 5 years old as ma ran the store by herself and dad wasnt home.
I was a very poor student and my folks didnt push me on school work.
That was how I started out and all my mistakes since are mine.
I wouldnt want to be a kid today. I dont think there is much comparison.