My wife is a big wheel at the country church and is mixed up in all their affairs and doings. Every Saturday night they go down to a local park for young people's gathering - although anyone can show up, even old farts like me. It's more of a young family thing by the look of it. The adults throw a frisbee while the little ones play in the sand and on the playground equipment. There's not a face diaper in sight, and there's no social distancing.
I decided to drop by on Big Red to see if I could escape the scorching summer heat - we are topping 30C here right now. So I show up... and good lord. The kids. Two ripped young fellas were duelling on the tennis courts. I knew the younger one, he is already a manager where he works. The adults gaffed and flopped after a frisbee or chatted in groups. They had camp chairs, pop, and had moved right in. A young chinaman showed up and apparently he already owned two Husky gas stations.
When I was their age I was already into the booze. I worked shitty jobs for shitty boomers that didn't care whether I lived or died and paid me accordingly. They had problems of their own I guess. What a waste my youth was. I didn't know any better at the time, it was just the way things were. Us kids were supposed to find our own way. I remember so many of our friends lost theirs. They're still lost, some of them. When I was a kid Cheech and Chong were role models. Nowadays it's Annie The Tranny, and Mary Hotbox And The Butt Blasters. And they're going after the kids in elementary school.
I suppose I finally DID find my way... but the cost. And the wasted time. Find yourselves a good church, folks. Raise your kids right. Don't leave them to 'find their own way'.