See You Yesterday… is not really science fiction at all.

I was found my vaccination records; turns out I had them all when I was a kid, including measles. This is my polio card, from 1969. (The flip side has the date, but only of the 18 month booster. Back in those days parents did not think twice about having their kids vaccinated and it does not surprise me that all the bureaucratic ceremony was not followed precisely. No-one fucked around when it came to polio.)

Ashamed because it's my kids who have made these changes in our household, not me.

When I was a kid in the 1970s and early 80s I thought I was destined to die in a nuclear fire, or perhaps slowly of radiation poisoning: that was the big black thing hanging over us.

That fear faded. We took a collective holiday. Now my *kids* have a new existential threat that is just as bad in many ways and seemingly even more inevitable. And I am afraid, and ashamed.

We don't eat meat at home anymore and why do people think this is strange? It feels like the absolute minimum to be doing, frankly, and I just hope I can pitch it as such to questioners without sounding like some kind of climate change zealot (which, increasingly I am but people don't engage well will apocalyptic pessimism).


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