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I was born in 1950 and through the eyes of a child, the 50's and 60's were utopia to my eyes - but then what does a child really know?
I suspect I was starting to realize that utopia didn't exist when I started college in the late 60's and was experiencing reality in the world outside of the bubble of "home". From that point on I realized that life was a struggle, and often thought of the struggles of man throughout the centuries just to survive, to eat, to keep warm, and to raise a new generation who would one day be forced to leave their protective bubble and join the reality of struggling.
Looking backwards to the times in the 50's and 60's and concentrating on the struggles of my parents and the parents of my friends, I now see their struggles as society was quickly changing for the parents, but not to the realization of their offspring.
Therefore, I define utopia as that short period of time when all one could experience was one's own innocence. Its short lived and then the ugly reality that is greed and fear comes crashing down upon ones self as one quickly matures.
I suspect that this is the way it has been throughout the ages, since the dawn of man, and will be the same till the end of man.