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A non-fiction Biographical Comedy |
According to Wikipedia.org “A baby boomer is a person who was born during the demographic Post-World War II baby boom." It goes on to state that "North America boomers are widely associated with privilege, as many grew up in a time of affluence. As a group, they were the healthiest, and wealthiest generation to that time, and amongst the first to grow up genuinely expecting the world to improve with time." Elsewhere it is stated that a Canadian boomer is someone born from 1947 to 1966, and that more than 400,000 babies were born during that period. So, perhaps I'm not precisely the last baby boomer. I do tend to over personalize sometimes. But then, that's why we're here. As a card carrying member of a soon to be extinct breed, I offer you this: My odd but true tale as (one of) the last boomers standing. This tale begins on a beautiful day in the early fall of 1961. My parents, so much younger then, were completing the perfect nuclear family. Mother, Father, Son and now a small, demanding little bundle of joy... me. I came home to a large bedroom, in a large house, in a designated affluent area of the city of Toronto, Canada. Forest Hills, gotta love it, beautiful houses on tree lined streets, a perfect place for a curious young girl to grow up. But a boomers life is not all flowers and sunshine. Life evolves, and so did I. Forest Hills: The early years |