You know you have become a senior adult when you start reminiscing the ‘50s and ‘60s.

I was born in 1956 in Moncks Corner, SC.

In 1960, we moved to Dayton, Ohio, and spent a decade as “buckeyes” before moving back to SC.

As I look back on the ‘60s the opening lines of Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities seem appropriate:

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,…it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”

The contrasts in the ‘60s are stark:

Some went to the war in Vietnam; some went to Disneyland on vacation.

The assassination of President JFK; the landing of Apollo 11 on the moon.

The assassination of Martin Luther King; the end of segregation and the strides of the Civil Rights Movement.

Protests, riots, Antiestablishmentarianism; watching Gilligan’s Island while eating a $0.25 McDonald’s hamburger.

Because I was young and in a stable home, the tragedies of the ’60s were overshadowed by good times.

Television certainly impacted us all with a myriad of role models and stars.

For me, happy days weren’t about the Fonz of the ‘50s.

They were about the Beatles and the Monkees of the ‘60s.

But I later learned that the world of earthly idols fades fast.

And that’s why 1965 is my favorite year of the ‘60s.

That is when I began my spiritual journey as a follower of Christ.

So how will this decade of the ‘20s be remembered?

That’s totally up to the individual and their experiences.

Some will remember a spring of hope.

Others will have only endured a winter of despair.

But there is a lot of good out there if you are looking for it every day.

And something you do today might be the good that is remembered in someone else’s life!

Next: Be careful who you trust online.

Dan Williams is the senior adult pastor at Lexington Baptist Church.