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Next month, I turn 80, something I never imagined would happen. Partly because, as a War Baby, I grew up at a time when unknown dangers lurked, and instead of avoiding them, we embraced them. Childhood diseases were a rite of passage, as were rock fights and BB gun fights (I was once shot in the middle of the forehead and once in the shoulder – surprised that the mother’s constant warning, “Don’t shoot your eye out,” never came true).