I shudder at the thought of being the victim of cyber bullying. Being a child during WW2 I never experienced any of today's horrors, but remember dreaming of a small radio that would play for hours on a battery and later to receive clear television. We lived in North Norfolk UK and reception was so poor, plus atmospheric conditions decided whether we received English or Dutch programmes. At times the latter was a beautiful picture. There is no question about choice. Eighty years ago we had only just started to destroy the world but we've made a thorough job of it. I am glad life was simpler then and one I loved. I am sorry for The legacy I have left and hope the lemmings will stop at the cliff edge.