A helicopter passed by the Highrise rather close. We are very used to helicopters passing by, mostly transporting emergency cases to the Alfred Hospital, but still I look up if I am outside on the balcony. Down below in the street, a toddler walking with I presume her grandfather, ignored the noise of the helicopter. Her grandfather did not point out the chopper to his grand daughter. It was all ignored as noise intrusion I suppose, or just white noise.
Old people are quite fond of making their opinions known about child rearing and what twenty first century children should be doing. They ought to be outside playing, not indoors playing electric games and using computer machines. When Mother was sick of we childrens' noise and horseplay, she would tell us to go outside and play, and we would, for hours.
I am adaptable. Times change. I am not about to lecture about what children do now in 2012, especially when I sit here at a computer machine for many hours, typing and clicking away, when I should be reading tomes of history or physically exercising. When I was young, I never stopped reading, day and night. I was excited when the cereal packet design was changed and I had something new to read. As a young adult, still I read. Now in the computer age, I miss reading books, but still I read, mostly on a screen. One day, when I have more time, I will set aside an hour a day for book reading and read before I sleep.
Because as a kid I used to get so excited about seeing a plane, or so rarely a helicopter, I feel a little sad that such things don't enthral the kiddies like they used to me.
I suppose in my childhood there weren't the number of flying machines around. I took my first flight at the age of 22. Thirty something years later, Little Jo had flown at least six times by the age of four.
Strange old world.