The older I get, the more I miss those good old days. We never felt poor, although we were. We never felt that we were missing out on something. We communicated, we told stories and we made up games. We investigated the woods/forests and learned about nature. Most important, we had friends. We shared secrets and we congratulated those who got something we didn’t have. We were loved. Our parents gave us what they could. We wore patches on our clothing and the clothes were clean. There were rules that were strictly enforced, and we obeyed.
Fortunately, my long-term memory is intact.