Some of my most precious times as a father are when I get to share cultural moments that shaped me, with my children – blasts from the past. For example, when the radio plays an Oasis song and, to my surprise, my teenagers sing along to every word with me.
In these moments of shared cultural experience, our generational divide vanishes. To them, the song is “retro” – to me it is “nostalgic”. But we are united in that moment.
I had a similar opportunity over half-term, when one of my sons, who is currently studying for his A-levels, asked me to watch the film 2001: A Space Odyssey with him.
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