I live in the village my father was born in. My mother lived in the next one across the river. When I was little we wandered the entire parish......parish is around 22 square miles, and the neighbouring Blantyre one too.
It was normal.
It's not now.
The population here has at least quadrupled, for a start. It often seems like every scrap of land is being built on.
The roads were quieter, lot less traffic, mums mostly stayed at home, people worked on farms, not just a small family in the main house, loads of workshops, good public transport network, old footpaths and droveroads were well used, and there was little disposable income. TV was not multiple channel 24/7; it actually closed down so the folks who made it work could go home and have dinner and sleep
The world has changed; in many ways we are incredibly rich, but we've lost that cheerful feralness that grubby inquisitive children thrive in, and instead there's a spitefulness and a nasty edged greed, must have, throw away, total lack of self confidence and courtesy and respect for anything except £££ among too many people; and that's not just children.
It's easy to say we didn't have much; there wasn't much to have. Now babies are given computers and know how to work mobile phones before they can write.
Different world.
This forum is full of people to whom the outdoors is often as necessary as breathing, so we're kind of biased; it's still hopeful though, because it means there are a lot of people making huge efforts to give their children a hands on, play in the mud, paddle in the burn, play with a stick, dig through the earth to Australia, climb highest tree, type childhood, yet still encouraging them to thrive in this very modern world
I'm not a grandmother, but I've said it before; if I were and they come to visit me they best come with playing clothes because they
will get dirty
cheers,
M