I HAVE no time for those who generalise and condemn the younger generation.
As the father of a 16-year-old and a 13-year-old I feel I am entitled to an opinion.
I have always found the youth of today good-natured, well-mannered, intelligent, curious and remorselessly good fun.
I had ample proof of this on Sunday.
I was hosting our annual sports day for the older members of our Sunday School.
Very traditional is was too, without a Playstation or X-box insight. We had medals to win in the egg and spoon race, the three-legged race, a wheelbarrow race and a few daft balloon games. The only thing that defeated the young ones was the weather.
I had 14 youngsters, ranging from 12 to 17 and all of them were impeccably behaved, and full of fun.
Even when the rain drove them indoors and they wanted to be out, they were no bother.
It’s lazy and plain wrong to write-off all of our young people as miserable, time-wasting trouble-makers intent on mischief.
With a very rare exception, they’re just not like that – and the description above is more apt for a much larger percentage of older folk than younger folk
A GREAT little story from Isaac’s Italy trip.
My reader may recall that my son recently went on a school trip. Thirty years ago I was delighted to go to Vindolanda, but my son got to go to the real thing, a week’s trip to Italy taking in the delights of Rome, Pompeii and Capri.
During one particularly hot day a teacher was quite rightly dishing out the sun cream.
“When you’re finished just pop into my back sack,” said the teacher.
Unfortunately, one of Isaac’s mates heard this instruction as “and put some on my back.”
So once he’d finished rubbing the cream into his own arms, he walked round the back of the teacher and lifted his shirt up, ready to apply said sun cream.
“What are you doing,” inquired the teacher sternly.
You can only imagine the teasing our slightly-deaf friend had for the rest of the trip.
IN the unlikely event that either of my sons is reading this, I would just like to point out that it’s Father’s Day on Sunday.
Gifts would be very welcome (it’ll never happen).
I had the annual conversation with my two. You know the one: “Don’t know why there’s a Father’s Day, there should be a children’s day.”
My response: “Every day is children’s day in this house.”
Isaac: “You should just be pleased to have us as sons.”
I am son. Every day of my life.