Having neither enough years on my beginning to see the advent of the horseless carriage or enough years on the other end (as yet) to witness the helicopter age, I am not in a desirable position to discuss, with nostalgia or anything else, treasured objects that are gone forever or are passing from American life. The only thing at the present date I'll never see again is the age of ten, or for that matter any part of my childhood-happy, happy days when nobody minded if I had a smudge on my face because he had two, when all I or my sister had on our minds was digging a cave from our backyard straight to China.
Fark, Barbara Jean
"Life Is What You Make It,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 11
, Article 16.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol11/iss3/16