When I was a kid, we had to walk to school. In the snow. Uphill. BOTH ways. You know the drill... [Actually, my mother totally won this one with "When I was a kid, the snow came up to the second story sometimes. We had to shovel a path. We STILL walked to school. It was so cold we couldn't wear rubber snow boots. Ours were FELT." All true, boys and girls. Rural Sweden during the World War II years. She didn't see a banana until she was 9, after the war. That impressed me, and my children.]
It amazes me sometimes what we, and our children, grow accustomed to. My friend Sheena sent me this link. Watch, laugh, and remember to be a little bit grateful for all we have today.