Born in '64, dittos on the stroll. Rode my bike everywhere until I could drive. Even rode it into parked car once and dented the fender. I owned up (because that's what we were supposed to do) and went to the door and told the man. My dad paid for the repair, and I had to work it off with dad. I was more afraid of what my parents would do to me than the police. Only had to worry about grades if I made lower than "B", 'cause that was failing in my parent's eyes. No need for a cell phone or pager, because I knew what time I was to be home, or else. (again the parent's rules) When the day turned to night, we pulled out our flashlights and played spotlight until bedtime. To turn the channel on the TV, I actually had to get up and TURN a dial. Didn't take long to search channels, because there were only 4 or 5. I remember B/W TV, and when we got our first color one. I made some teams, didn't make others. That was life and you moved on. I also remember that you got to play according to how good you were. Sometimes you sat on the bench the whole season just waiting for the chance. Didn't complain, was just happy to make the team. Learned that there was right and wrong, good and evil. There was (and still is) nothing in-between. Also learned to say Yes Sir/Mam...No Sir/Mam, and still do. Took many a risk, solved many a problem, and the only thing I can actully claim as my own invention are my three kids. My only wish is that I am a good enough parent to teach them half the things my parents taught me. I figure they need to learn the other half on their own like I(we) did!