What a time to be alive? I don't totally agree. There are a lot of redeeming qualities about the current time period. But sometimes I just wish I grew up in the 60's. It was a time with so much excitement, and certainly a time when people were often nicer.
The classic cars will always be something I admire. Sure, I like a new Mustang just as much as the next guy, but there is something about a 1968 candy apple rag-top Mustang convertible that just speaks to me.
Dating was something people actually did. When picking a girl up, you walked to the door instead of texting "I'm here." You may meet her father, then assure him you'll have her home before curfew. You went to the movies, saw an old horror movie then grabbed some milkshakes. The best thing you could give her at the end of the night was your letterman jacket. You went on dates before you were in a relationship, and once you were you stuck it out. Countless amounts of our generation's grandparents were high school sweethearts, because once they started something they planned on finishing it. And if something was broken, they didn't just throw it away; in fact, they fixed it instead.
Music was pure, there was no rap talking about getting lit, or country music just about a guy's truck. You had anthems, music made a point and was used as a voice for the generation. If we used our music as a voice for our generation, we wouldn't have many listeners. We had Clapton, Hendrix, and the Rolling Stones! But seemingly more important than anything, you had "Please Please Me," the first album by one of the greatest bands of all time, The Beatles. It was a golden age for music, and something we will likely never see again.
People showed support, and the 1960's was a time for people to make change. Racism was fought and the right president was elected. People made their voice heard about war and society. There was a sense of optimism throughout the entire period, even with some social turmoil.
We landed on the goddamn moon. Something people had only dreamed of for years, we finally did. It spurred an ever-growing space race, and technological advancement period.
Art started to pop, you could say... Spider-Man made his first appearance and Andy Warhol was in his prime (get the pun? "art started to pop" and Andy Warhol was pop-art? forget it!). Polaroid infused color in its instant film cameras.
I find myself longing to have the experiences of the 60's. To find my high school sweetheart and roll down some main street in that candy apple rag-top, on our way to the soda parlor. I wish I saw Andy Warhol's work when it first came out, and could have still been young enough to be excited about the 5 cent Spider-Man comic. Growing up now just isn't the same.
