Parents' fault. My time, instead of sitting on a couch playing video games, or azz-ing around on social media, we were ordered outside. Went to playgrounds, went adventuring in nearby parks. Got dragged off to hiking, camping and fishing trips. Played stick ball, tag, hide-and-seek. Climbed trees, and whatever else we could get away with climbing on. Walked across town to visit a glad to spoil you grandma and/or grandpap. Went adventuring on bicycles, pizzed off the girls until big ole Molly or Betsy kicked our azzes and made us call them Uncle Molly or Mama Betsy. To this day, I wonder if I ended up marrying my Xena-built Shirley due to a weird fetish for big girls. Oh, joining the army, right. We weren't couch wimps back then. We could run, jump, fight, and generally be trouble-hunters. Kids, today, they want you bottle-feed them, change their diapers, and head pat them the way you would your dog.