As a child of the '60's, and, a feral one at that, I'm not sure of the point of this post.
I think my generation had it better myself. We stayed outside, and, anyone in the neighborhood could beat the everything shit out of you if you screwed up.
If you tripped running to second base, and skinned your knee, get up, rub some dirt on it, and get back in the game.
Myself, and the other kids in the neighborhood had no clue about desegregation until it happened. Then, those black kids were belligerent about being bussed in. Fisticuffs with them was an every day occurrence. Not because of us, but because they were bitter, hateful, and violent.
Queers were where they belong.
In the closet, as they say.
My home wasn't a happy one, so I bailed at 17. Never went back. I've made my way ever since.
Now......I'm a codger, a misanthrope, and don't have any shits left to give.
Wait till I become a geezer like you!!
As a child of the '60's, and, a feral one at that,... (