I just remembered that I remembered the Bicentennial celebrations and that I was miffed that I hadn’t skipped one more grade so I could graduate in '76 instead of '77…
With this “gunslinger” cast on (only 4 and a half days to go!), I can’t move my arm, only the hand. When I went back to work, the guy next to me had to say “Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!”, complete with the hand motion from the series. And he’s a lot younger than I am!
For that matter, I remember regularly watching the Mickey Mouse Club and being really fascinated when Annette started to grow breasts…
Okay, Bad News Baboon, if that creepy little perv makes any kind of appearance in my dreams tonight I am holding you personally responsible…
I remember when Gordon on Sesame Street had hair.
I remember when all the advertisers in comic books were low-budget mail order companies (certainly someone out there developed the perfect body with Charles Atlas’ system…certainly someone out there was an official carrier for Grit, America’s newspaper…)
I remember (vaguely) when John Lennon’s Imagine was his most recent song.
And ahhhhhhh…Trick or Treating for hours and hours and coming home with a grocery bag half-full of candy…and the sunsets…and the rainbows…the colors, oh the colors…
“sigh”
What?! No way!
About three years back I disciplined someone else’s child at the mall using my voice.
I was walking along in the mall and passed some kid who was wailing on this big glass door at The Gap Kids store and I said “Stop that right now!” in an adult voice. And it worked. This was the first time I knew I was grown up.
Now I have no problem telling my rowdy neighbors that “People need to be up in the morning!”. I also don’t care about how I dress of if I do something that I would have been embarrased to do years back.
I can no longer believe that as a young teenager I could spend two hours in front of my Radio Shack TRS-80 playing an exciting new “adventure game” that went something like this:
(Me): Talk to the elf
(TRS-80): THE ELF ISN’T SAYING ANYTHING
Give bag to elf
WHY WOULD HE WANT THAT?
kill elf
THAT’S NOT A GOOD IDEA
ask elf
THE ELF TELLS YOU TO TURN LEFT AT THE END OF THE PASSAGE
walk down passage
YOU ARE AT THE END OF THE PASSAGE. YOU CAN TURN LEFT OR RIGHT
turn left
YOU ARE ATTACKED BY A MINOTAUR. SORRY, YOU’RE DEAD.
I had to pay for membership to a video store in Melbourne only 2 years ago - but it was the guys private collection, he’d decided to start renting them out to get money to buy more videos 
You weren’t allowed to pick up the boxes and read the covers unless you were a paid up member. Great collection of movies even if the owner was kinda nuts.
From my childhood:
I remember buying books of computer game programs you could type up in (I think) basic and record onto tape. Then you had to get the tape counter set correctly and fast forward/rewind to the game you wanted.
Today I sat down and watched Footloose with my SIL and reminisced about Grease and Kevin Bacons cute butt My 13 yo niece and her friends thought we were soooo uncooooool (I know because they told us!)
I just can tell I am old. No one loves me anymore.
I graduated from elementary school in 1976. Our school pictures that year had the 13-star flag in the background and we held a little replica of the Liberty Bell.
Anyone else remember getting “Dynomite” magazine from Scholastic books?
Heck, I remember getting the Weekly Reader from SBS!
You know, I just got Zork I, II, and III again a few weeks ago. I’m having a blast playing them again, but my boyfriend doesn’t enjoy playing anything without graphics.
The very first computer game I ever played was on a computer a friend who worked at Honeywell had built for himself. Get this: no monitor! You had to read everything off the printout!
Oh, and I remember the Weekly Reader!