Remember The Old Days When?
 

You took joy in a new invention, toy, or anything you played with, that excited you?

BTW - I'm not talking about the birds and the bees. Keep it clean. :smiley:

For me, it was television!

What did you enjoy or got excited about, before you became an adult.

The landing on the moon. I wanted every book, rocket, toy that involved space exploration for many years. It helped kick start my love of scifi into a very high gear.

Remember The Old Days When?
 

I remember a point in my childhood when I felt the strong force of adulthood tugging at me. I was excited to be transformed but sad that I was losing my childhood. Simply being a child with all it's new discoveries was very exciting for me.

As soon as I grow up and become an adult I'll let you know. Till then I would just say everything. :-)

The most excited I was as a 'kid,' was getting my first job at 14 years old bagging groceries at the commissary for tips, which allowed me to buy my first mini-cycle (not mini-bike) a Benelli 50 and then a TNT Ski-Doo snowmachine.

I typically made about $50-$75 a week and with on-base movie admissions (including popcorn & a drink) costing 75 cents.....I literally couldn't spend what I made fast enough in 1969. :coolsmiley:



BTW - Great thread subject 2BNTV! :cool:

Roller skates with the key, and stilts.

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Getting my first bike. For me to get that excited today it might take a $65M brand new Gulfstream G650!

Let me know and I'll give you a good rate for a short term trip on mine.


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CNM

I understand the feeling, and I love the sentiment of this post. I can not, however, think about the joys of childhood without it occurring to me that not every child in America has a happy childhood, and I wish they could.

I remember when I could buy a coke for a dime and a candy bar for a nickle and a pizza for a quarter.

Remember buying a Devil Dog for 5 cents and penny candy, that tasted so good!!!

12 cents bought me a Superman comic !

OK, I lived with a nice Uncle, an amazing person, Coal miner in Southern Illinois. He taught me to make stuff and sell to friends:
Slingshots, from bushes, red rubber tire tubes from discards at the gas station, only one in town. (10 cents)
Stilts made from scrap lumber (15 cents)
Drag old bedsprings and steel from the junkyard over to an abandoned coal mine, drag the timbers over and push the steel into the hole, lay down at the edge and listen to it splash in the water at the bottom. Got some adults a bit upset at me for that.
Got 5 cents a person to take them down to a secret swampy lake to see my dad's battleship, whoops it is not here today.
Play marbles and fill cloth sugar bags with marbles to shoot in my slingshot.
Find and collect empty milk and RC cola bottles to get the refund. bbbbbb :smiley:

Unfortunately I remember the old days better than any day today.:D

for most of us recollections are not like a movie but a series of snapshots (power points)