CULTURAL CHAOS AND OUR KIDS While many kids are allowed to navigate the dark corners of the internet on their own, they are bizarrely prohibited from exploring their own neighborhoods.
Born in 1947, I was a baby boomer and fortunate to grow up in the 1950s. I was raised in a traditional two-parent home in Queens, a residential part of New York City. I could walk out the front door of my garden apartment and be surrounded by many boys my age. I had a typical childhood for that time, playing football without a helmet, wrestling with friends, and staying out without parental supervision until it grew dark. In school, I learned the ABCs, the 1, 2, 3s, and unbiased American history.