Tuning the old super-het receiver off frequency after listening to Gunsmoke and pretending that the squeals and clicks were secret messages being sent back and forth by spies. Anyone suffer arrested development from too much pretending?
How about the neighborhood football or baseball game held in of all places, someones yard or an empty lot... Good times they were!
We didn't have toys, so they would cut the bottom out of our pockets so we had something to play with. Mark
Wow! You was lucky. Whadid you have what gots pockets? What ever was left after pa butchered a critter was what we had to wear and we liked it.
Your black and white TV had vacuum tubes. When it quit you took the tubes to the local store and they had a tester for them.
You couldn't wait until the last minute to send a friend a birthday card (electronically ) you had to plan ahead and mail it. It meant more then!