I don't think Law is disputing that sun&sand. I think she is merely trying to point out that those happier, more simple times were only happier, more simple times because we were children. An actual return to the "good old days" probably wouldn't be as much fun as some of those waxing nostalgic may think.

As you say, remembering our childhood times, as sweet memories is fine. I've had my share of sliding down gravel piles too. Sigh, yes, indeed those were the days.

And in that regard, I do regret that the world has become such a place that a mother can't let her children go to the neighborhood park without adult supervision. So, in some regards I would return to that happier time if I could . . but what would we have to give up in order to return to that happier time?

Would one say that the world was really a safer place then? Or was it merely percieved as a safer place? The cold war with Russia, the Cuban Missle Crisis were frightening and serious times. My family lived near an airbase. One day that I specifically recall, I was looking after my younger sisters and a few of the neighborhood kids were over. Suddenly, all these jets started to roar overhead. A very rare occurrence despite our proximity. We were terrified, we thought it was the end. And then shortly after that, the president was assassinated. Then a bit later, boys started coming home in body bags from Viet Nam . . and then boys coming home from Viet Nam, were spit on and abused by their fellow country men. Yes, a happier, more simple time . . .snort.

But heck, all the while, I could freely go to the playground and park, wander out in the forest and fields, slide down gravel piles, walk across town and back and I only got heck if I was late for dinner.

Yeah, those were the days.

A fish and a bird can fall in love, but where will they build their nest?