When I was a kid, my mother would give my brother, sister and I a dime each. We'd walk up to the top of the hill from our house to this tiny little mom and pop corner store, and we were able to practically fill a small bag with candy for that dime. Some stuff was even a half cent, so you'd have to buy something else that was a half a cent.
Marlboro reds were $0.27 a pack.
My father used to pull up to the "full service" gas station and say, "two dollars worth of regular," and while the gas was filing they'd wash the wind shield and check the oil, and usually there was change back from the two bucks because it wouldn't take it all.
We used to stand with our hand over our heart and say the Pledge of Allegiance at the beginning of every school day.
There was no cell phones.
There was no play stations.
There was no computers.
We played outside and entertained ourselves. Would I have wanted to grow up now with all the cool electronic stuff as opposed to growing up 40-50 years ago? No freakin' way. We had freedoms the kids of today will never have, ever again, and I loved every minute of it. 1950-1960-1970... it was great time to be a kid.
