Gen X was wild when they were young. We were launching off of homemade bike ramps in the streets until dark, climbing every tree in the park next to the school, and digging holes in the yard deep enough to sink Mom and Dad's wood-paneled station wagon.
This generation of rabble-ruffians was wild and free, unafraid of the occasional 'boo boo' or bruise.
Our injuries and scars made us proud like we were hardened warriors returned from the battles of the neighborhood. Back then, having a cast on your arm was a mark of valor and as your friends inscribed their names on the crux of your elbow, your heart swelled with pride. Gen X was certainly a hardy bunch back then, but maybe that's why your joints hurt all the time…
Regardless of the manner of our upbringing, Gen X is starting to feel the groaning aches of old age. When did it get so tough to walk up the stairs and why do my fingers crack when the temperature drops 5 degrees? Although the whole 'getting old' thing is a total drag, at least Gen X got to live it up in the 70s and 80s as fresh, spry youngins. For there will never again be a time so unbridled and glorious as the latchkey kid era.