Thinking Back
🌾 We Are the Generation That Isn’t Coming Back We didn’t have much. No smartphones to keep us busy. No internet to scroll through late at night. No endless toys lined up in our bedrooms. But somehow, we had everything. We had front porches where neighbors sat and talked until the stars came out. We had bikes that carried us across town until the streetlights reminded us it was time to go home. We had dinners where every seat was filled and no one reached for a phone—because there wasn’t one. We had parents who worked hard with their hands, who didn’t always say “I love you” out loud, but proved it in every meal, every repaired shoe, every light left on so we wouldn’t walk into a dark house. We are the generation of shared blankets, borrowed sugar, and front doors that were never locked. The generation of handwritten letters, of saving every penny, of fixing instead of throwing away. We didn’t measure happiness in things. We measured it in moments. And now, as we grow o...