“Times are Bad”
But when are they not?
As a child in the 90s, there were times when I had to ask my father for permission. It was mostly to do with school picnics or some such similar outings. My father always said, “No, times are bad.” This was such an immediate and recurring answer that I took it for a fact. I remember my child’s mind thinking, if all times are seemingly bad, when are the good times…