Born in the wrong era?

Have you ever had the feeling that you were born in the wrong era? I’m not sure why I feel that way sometimes. Sometimes I wish had served in World War II…the height of patriotism for our country. I feel like I was left out. I can see myself in England and then landing in France and then on to Germany…or on a PT Boat somewhere in the South Pacific.

And then, to live in the 1940’s and 1950’s in America when things were simpler.

Back then, a kid could ride their bike anywhere and your parents would not be aprehensive about it at all. Today, that simply isn't the case, at least in many neighborhoods. Too many weirdos out there. And, there weren’t a whole lot of choices back then. Just a few brand of automobiles. Full service at the gas station with no extra charge from people wearing a uniform and a cool hat. A few brand of soft drinks…nothing diet. Lot’s of radio where your imagination could fly with shows like The Shadow or Jack Armstrong. And, you shared in a family meal…almost everyday. There were so few things to distract people with (i.e., video games), people pretty much had to relate with each other. You shared in community. You had to know people and talk to them. You knew the storeowners, a few doctors in town, the local sheriff, the town barber (Oh no, I just got a picture of Floyd in my mind!).

Don’t get me wrong, I know the folks back then had their share of trials and tribulations (there is nothing new under the sun).

And, I do like the era I’m in…better medical care…I can get cash from a machine…whole wheat bread…the NIV version…The Message…microwaves…blogging with a laptop, etc. But sometimes I long for a different time.

How about you? If you could live in a different time, when and where would that be? What draws you to that?