We are the 'uncle' generation

Today we went to eat out at a restaurant. There were a lot of kids at the place. My friend spotted a kid who was playing with the window curtains. At the end of the curtains were these small 'pom poms'. The kid was taking great pleasure by hitting his dad around the head with these. From our side we took great pleasure in watching this scenario and laughing our asses off. The boy's dad didnt seem to mind and my friend RAA asked me, whether I ever....ever.... had the balls to hit my dad on the head or anywhere for that matter, playfully or forcefully whatsoever !! I replied in the negative and RAA commented that if he ever showed the kind of 'arrogance' the kid was showing....his dad would've trashed him to his right senses !!! Not that I mean to be an uncle lending out wise words...but it just so happens that things are quite different from what they were when we were kids. You might argue that how we were was different from what our parents were when they were young also...but again it so happens that we are closer in mannerisms and obedience traits with our earlier generation than the kids today will be with us. Our world was quite simple. Go to school, listen to the teachers, or dont listen to them, they yell at you, even hit you if you go to the extreme of 'misbehaving'. And then kids crying their eyes out. Either from the physical pain of the hit or from the prick of the conscience !!! Lessons in life were learnt this way. Come recess and it was time to play and eat our tiffins. Not many of us had money to buy from the canteen. We ate from our tiffins. Whenever we craved for change, we ate from other's tiffins !! It was common for teachers to pass the lid of a tiffin around in class, so that every one would put something in it....and give it to a kid who had forgotten his. When school was over, we went home, ate whatever food mom gave us and went out to play. It was outdoor games all the time in the evening. We didnt sit in front of PS2s and xboxes all evening, although we might have enjoyed some afternoon sessions of video games and computer games, during summer holidays at someone who was 'privileged' enough to own a nintendo, atari or a sony 'box'. For those familiar with the TV games terminology, a 10 in 1 game cartridge used to cost around 200 bucks and the ones who had these games had to beg their parents for a new cartridge...who in turn used to tell them, how lucky they were to get the box itself and how one should be satisfied with the existing games that were bought for them. After the evening outdoor games like cricket, football, kho kho, catch and cook, poison medicine, hide and seek etc., we went home and had our dinner. My dad used to come late and when he did come home, he used to wear a very 'forbidding' look on his face. That look on his face was enough to drive us to our obedient best. The memory of that face was enough to scare us, whenever mom threatened to tell our 'deeds' to dad when we had misbehaved anytime during the day !!! We respected our parents and sure as hell, we were scared of them too !! At night we slept, comfortable with the knowledge that our parents were the world for us, and would keep us secure. There was no 'strong sense of independence' the kids of today have !! We were simple as kids, ready to be led in this big bad world, by our parents. After reliving all these memories, it seems almost unbelievable, that this kid had the 'audacity' to hit his father playfully !!!