As I write this, it seems to me you were born yesterday. Yet you’re off to university. In my era the likes of me didn’t do that.
There were dreadful things about the past - the war - but there were good things. I miss my neighbours, so many have gone.
Your world seems alien, despite my using smart phones and computers.
Tell your late grandfather about net browsing and he’d wonder how many fish you’d caught!
Off you go. Make the best of things. I have. You do too.
Time doesn’t have to change that.
Granny Mary