The list is nonsense, as is the premise behind it.
Some of us were here in 1959 and don't want those days back.
We got by, but wages were low and spare money for recreational activities was scarce.
It was a big deal when we got new clothes for the school year. Getting a bike to deliver papers, helping out the family finances, was a big deal.
When the car broke down it sat for months to get enough money together for a fix.
Our garden was essential to our survival as a family, not just entertainment.
Serious health issues left you broke or untreated. My adoptive Grandpa had a dressing, changed once a week, for the cancer on his elbow - until it killed him.
The good old days were damn hard days.
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