When you remember not only when gas was 19.9 but you actuall bought it at that price.
When you got your drivers license at 13, full license, not a learners permit.
When you were shooting rabbits and squirrils for family meals at 8 years of age.
When your first memories are of helping fight prairie grass fires from the porch by pumping the well and dumping water on the side of the house to keep it wet.
Wnen you remember "Whites Only" drinking fountains and bathrooms at the gas stations.
When you had to wait for the tubes to warm up to listen to the radio.
When you remember when you finally got indoor plumbing and didn't have to walk to the outhouse in the snow.
When remembering the Sears and Roebuck, JC Penny's and Monkey Ward Catalogs was 'shopping'.
When shooting prairie dogs was protecting the cows and horses and not a sport - and they were not 'endangered species' except to my .22.
When the phone rang and you knew who it was for by the ring pattern. Ours was one long, two short. You knew never to say anything important because folks listened in.
When you were introduced to Gillette Super Blue Blades by listening to the Fights on the radio and later, after a neighbor had the first in the area - to the Television.
And yes, I am that old and they are from life, not photos, newsreels or nostalgia magazines.