Born in '78 and I agree that we grew up in a good time. I also remember going out on my BMX bike in the morning and not coming home until the street lights came on(except for family dinner where we all sat down at the same time and ate)...and my parents were never worried about me being kidnapped or killed. I remember rotary phones, VHF/UHF B&W TV's, REAL cartoons, watching the Dukes of Hazzard, playing football and baseball at the empty lot down the street, going down to the creek and fishing all day, getting together with my buddies and having competitions with our Red Ryder BB Guns, sneaking out at night and playing flashlight tag with all the neighborhood kids until the wee hours of the morning...ahh good times. I remember when gas and cigarettes were both less than a buck too, makes me feel old.