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bizarre Who Remembers

Back when I was a young teenager I could skip school, jump on a train to the city and have a good ole time playing pinball and arcade machines, maybe go to a movie, gorge on junk food .. all with a pocket full of saved up lunch money from the week before! Now when I go to the supermarket I strangely morph into "grumpy old cunt" and mutter things under my breath at how ridiculous the prices are. I have become KING of the "Well back in MY day" stories.
 
Back when I was a young teenager I could skip school, jump on a train to the city and have a good ole time playing pinball and arcade machines, maybe go to a movie, gorge on junk food .. all with a pocket full of saved up lunch money from the week before! Now when I go to the supermarket I strangely morph into "grumpy old cunt" and mutter things under my breath at how ridiculous the prices are. I have become KING of the "Well back in MY day" stories.
Me too my friend, me too. I used to wonder what my parents were so upset about and I feel the same way now. I want the 90s back!!!
 
Imagine going to the movies these days for three dollars fifty! ( Hi sir , one child ticket for Terminator please :lulz: ) faaaark good ole days.
Cinema tickets.webp
 
Aaaah ... you little beauty 😍 this takes me back to the good old days of sneaking into the 'secret' back area through those mysterious Saloon doors and down the magic staircase into perverts lair :tu::nod: (I remember never knowing what a glory hole was until I put my eye to one!)
 
Back when I was a young teenager I could skip school, jump on a train to the city and have a good ole time playing pinball and arcade machines, maybe go to a movie, gorge on junk food .. all with a pocket full of saved up lunch money from the week before! Now when I go to the supermarket I strangely morph into "grumpy old cunt" and mutter things under my breath at how ridiculous the prices are. I have become KING of the "Well back in MY day" stories.

Talk about opening memory lane. I was born in 1959 when Dwight Eisenhower was president and I have lived to see the first man launched in space, the assassination of both John F and Robert Kennedy as well as Dr Martin Luther King. I remember the drills in case of nuclear attack. I remember the first time I saw a calculator and digital watch. I remember Neil Armstrong walking on the moon. I remember having 8 other families on our phone line, then dial phones, then push button.

I remember when everyone smoked and drank, even driving. I remember our first color TV, first microwave. I remember when I had to literally program a computer using Cobal, Fortran and Basic, then type punch cards to run a computer. It took up the entire basement of the college student Union.

I remember DOS, the first portable computer with floppy 320k discs. The first digital phone. First digital camera. Days before seatbelts. $.25 gallon gasoline. Days when the internet was only used by geeks and the US Govt.

I recall all of the American conflicts, big and small. And I’m still kicking. I feel 30 ish but my children, grandchildren and hairline remind me I’m not.

There is so much more, much I have forgotten. I can’t imagine what a person born today will have seen by their 65th birthday.
 
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