My older brother and I had one badminton bat, and no birdies, but we decided to play baseball, anyway - with a golf ball.

So, I pitched the golf ball to him, he nailed me right in the middle of the forehead. It didn't count for anything, but I'll never forget it!

I believe it's normal, for every generation to want better for their own kids, than what they had growing up.

Not sure that's a good thing, all of the time, but it didn't stop me from taking my 3 year old granddaughter fishing this Sunday.