My niece asked me the other day..........

'Aunty Deb, what was your favourite 'fast food' when you were growing up?'

'I don't remember fast food when I was growing up,' I informed her. ''All the food was slow - no MacDonalds.''
'You're joking, c'mon, seriously.. Where did you eat then?' She asked perplexed

' Same place every day" I replied "It was a place called 'home',''

''Mum cooked every day and when Dad got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.'

I also explained that "When I eventually did like my dinner and cleared my plate, I then had to ask my Dad's permission to leave the table"

Just one generation apart but it could have been a thousand, she looked at me as if I had just spoken to her in Japanese.

So close and yet so far.