The "Good old Days"

I remember there was a lot more freedom while at the same time people had higher standards of polite behavior. Our milkman Mr. Grubbs liked kids, sometimes he'd let us ride in the truck with him which was cool because a sign on the truck said 'no riders.'

I never even heard the 'F-word' til I was about 9 when soldiers started returning from Vietnam; it was such a bad word it scared me to even hear it.

Adults were authority figures, addressed as Mr. or Mrs., and should you be at all disrespectful you were corrected.

Also, people didn't judge your family by status symbols. No one cared about granite countertops or keeping up with the latest style in furniture.