My grandfathers were respectively at the Battle of Jutland and in the trenches.
They worried about feeding their families.
My father was in Burma.
He worried about The Bomb.
I listened to the Beatles.
I had nothing to worry about.
My kids watched Neighbours.
They worried about having the right kind of sports footwear.
Their kids worry about what their friends say about them on Facebook.
They don’t worry about their mortal enemy who they are told is their friend.