A couple of weeks ago in Antibes, on the beach with my children, I watched other parents on the beach with their children
It was 1982 when I a novice parent, morphed from my father with me on the beach, into a parent with my own young children on the beach, and again 27 years later a parent again, the scene hadn’t changed.
The other parents on the beach with their children in 1982 were there still in 2009, parents and children behaving exactly as they did then, only with more tattoos.
The same sand-works, the same seeming mothers holding the arms of their toddlers as their toes flicked the wavelets in that same way. Kids, behaving the same in front of the same sea as they did in 2009 B.C, though maybe their parents also had fewer tattoos