Comment: Growing up in boston

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Growing up in boston

as a child I often felt as if the Revolution was a part of my identity. I remember during a field trip on the freedom trail when I was about 6 feeling envious of George Washignton and others for having something great to fight for in their lives. Anyone else who attended grade school in the 90's will remember a rather rosey version of the future being pitched to us. At the time my teachers ensured my the wars were over, the great victories already won, and the world would be a peaceful place. This picture reminded me of that child walking the freedom trail, feeling that envy, and knowing that I didn't have to fight that fight because great men fought it for me. That retrospective causes me to feel both sad and empowered, as even as a child I knew what was worht fighting for, and while I am honored to follow in these men's footsteps in the battle for liberty and equailty for all men, I am also at a loss. I very much want that child to be right, but I know he is not. Thanks Michael for reminding me of what it felt like to grow up on such hallowed ground, and giving me the desire to have my children grow up in a world where they can look back at us knowing that the fight for freedom was truly won.

"The radical of one century is the conservative of the next. The radical invents the views. When he has worn them out, the conservative adopts them." - Mark Twain