I wouldn't trade the time I was born for any other. I was a child in the '60's and came of age in the '70's so I got to reap all the benefits of the social changes of the '60's without risking being one of the ones arrested for protesting or draft dodging (though since I'm a woman the latter doesn't apply to me anyway). Coming of age in the '70's was simply fantastic. We were freer than previous generations from social norms. I could date a black man without being lynched and only got one dirty look for it truth be told. I could live alone and not marry or have children instead of being shut out of employment for being female. It was possible to pull myself out of the poverty of my parents. I could throw my husband out (not said black man, husband was about as white as they come) when he turned out bad (to put it mildly). And, well, DISCO!!! I'm sorry but I had to throw that in there.
Meh, things are tough today but it isn't the tech making them tough. Sometimes, I do feel like an old dog trying to learn new tricks but mostly I love new tech and take to it like a fish takes to water exclaiming oh, man, this is so cool! It's due to tech that we're even having this conversation and how cool is it that we can just log onto the internet and talk to people from all over the world? Plus, it was so much fun relating to first a daughter and then a grandson the stuff I've seen invented in my time that boggled their poor minds of the concept of doing without -- cell phones, microwaves, cable television, personal computers, digital anything really, said internet and, last but not least, video games. Want fun, explain AM radio to any one born after 1980.
It's been a fun journey and I look forward to the rest of it come what may! I'm living with health conditions wherein I may drop dead tomorrow or may live 30 more years. It's pretty much a crap shoot on that. But I'm satisfied that I've lived a full, rich life that overall I've enjoyed and will enjoy for however long I have left. Aging is hard; disability is hard and I can be frustrated to tears sometimes because I can't do things I used to do without a thought but then I get over it and just get on with enjoying my life as I tool up and down the main street of my town in my power chair going at top speed and do not envy my grandmother -- who I watched go from limp, to cane, to walker over my childhood same as my grandson has watched me do -- one iota.
Nope. I was born at the right time. I would not trade it for any other. I would not want to live back then and I would not want to be young now with the state of the world being what it is. I feel lucky to have been born in the last few years of the '50's.