I am part of Generation X. A title that makes us sound like sad wannabe mysterious nerd types with no imagination. We are the forgotten generation. Not the narcissist baby-boomers intent on a life of indulgent self discovery, nor the ever-angry and entitled ‘TAKE ME SERIOUSLY’ millennials, who will never be as special as the parents told them they were. No, we are the middle child that everyone ignored. Our parents couldn’t even be bothered to give us different names — my whole generation share only six firsts names — Susan, Kevin, Tracy, Mandy, Brian, and Keith. We have but a handful of faded Polaroid’s of our childhood kept in a shoebox. We left home at 17 and never went back; no one seemed to noticed or care. We only …