Do you ever catch the scent of chlorine and remember the neighborhood pool lifeguard who whistled more than he watched? I do. Those summers were wild in the best and worst ways. I wasn’t a child in the 60s or 70s, but my parents were, and they raised me with stories that landed somewhere between “we survived” and “we wouldn’t trade it.” Here’s what made childhood then tougher in many respects, and why the memories stick.
