One of the highlights of my summer was the 50th reunion of my graduating class from St. Brigid's Elementary School on Long Island. Back in 1963, 60 children sat in a small classroom, hoping for big things in the future. We had spent eight years together but now, high school beckoned, and all our lives would change dramatically.
America back then was a far different place than it is today. John F. Kennedy was president, but had less than six months to live. The Beatles were just emerging. Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds" was scaring everybody in the movie theaters. "The Andy Griffith Show" dominated on TV. There was no war, but civil unrest in the south was intense. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was making great strides in securing human rights for black Americans.
Twenty-two of my classmates made it to the reunion, and it was good to see all of them. Their lives had unfolded in mostly conventional ways. Most remained in the middle class and still believed in the fundamental goodness of their country and religion — although some were no longer practicing Catholics.
The reunion deal is the same all over. Folks who don't succeed in life often don't show up. The happy people usually come armed with pictures of their children and grandchildren. My reunion was very family-focused.
Many of my classmates have led interesting lives but, unfortunately, I was the center of much attention. My visibility on television engendered much discussion and I was happy to answer the questions. Since I always was a loudmouth, my classmates delighted in reminding me that I haven't changed a bit and pointed out that only in America could I be well paid for doing something that got me a slap from Sister Thomas way back when.
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The thing that is so different today is that children have little time to be innocent. We only had each other at St. Brigid's. There were no cellphones, computers, video games or Facebook. In fact, outside intrusions were rare. We played games such as dodge ball and keep-away. We attended square dances and Christmas concerts. It was all so basic, so simple. There was a magic to it.
Today, children are thrust into an adult world at warp speed. I remember a kid named Billy McDermott explaining to me and the other eighth-graders that his older brother knew some girls who were "easy."
Easy? We were all confused. So was Billy as he struggled to define the term.
Today, many eighth-graders are thinking about tattoos and drugs. We all know how graphic the Internet is and, believe me, the kids know how to access this stuff. So I ask you: Was it better to be a kid in 1963? By the way, the answer is yes.
I feel sorry for the urchins these days. Responsible parents can mitigate some of the cultural damage, but not all. We are living in a fast time, an era of selfishness and narcissism where lowbrow entertainment envelops children like the chilly fog in San Francisco.
Good memories are forever. I had them back in 1963.
Bill O'Reilly hosts "The O'Reilly Factor" on Fox News and has written many books, including "The No Spin Zone."
