Summer of love

I was born in the summer of love during the heavy fog of war. We wanted to change the world, but we didn’t know what to do. Watergate gave way to the pressures of Reaganomics, and Hulk Hogan slammed the Giant. Y2k came and went as the Twin Towers melted into distant memories. Four billion souls walked the Earth on the day I was born, now 9 billion scramble for what remains. Windmills now grow where tall grass once stood and plastic bags blow in the breeze. The Rolling Stones still rock and roll, and Hubble has shown there’s no other place to go. I was born in the summer of love during the heavy fog of war.