Things were better when I was a kid. You want evidence? When May Blossom and I walk along and name the colours of the cars parked along the road, it typically goes something like this:
Silver. Silver. Silver. White. Black. Silver. Black. Black. Silver. RED! Dark Blue. Silver. Silver.
The cars are so montone these days that my kid thinks all red cars belong to the emergency services and makes siren noises accordingly. Such a sad state of affairs.
At least she can still dig in an old cement laundry tub.