It's our natural fear of change, anon. But it's fine to be sad; the youth of today simply do not care about this little world of ours, simply because they cannot appreciate it. I know it would bad if I were to label all of them, but I suppose it can't be helped in an age where we type to each other and send these messages almost instantaneously.
When I was still young, I remember having a small tree outside my bedroom window. My relatives moved in and began having a complete makeover for the house. After five years, I found myself coming back to this same house, my hometown. The tree was no longer there, the mossy walls outside were clean and were painted, the grotto was no longer there, and I saw the ground where my dog was buried. It was all too much, and I was saddened, of course.
There was a bench in a park that I went to. It was vandalized, shaky and loose; a comfortable bench, nonetheless. After a year, the bench was broken. The wooden planks dirtied with spray paint, etchings of names and dates present, the seats mangled, bent and broken, as if someone had smashed the bench with a large hammer. It was a strangely sight, to see something you were never fond of, broken. It saddened me, to think that people would do this for their own kind of "fun".