I'm not sure how popular or unpopular this topic will be, but I figured I'd start a topic about people's memory of the way things used to be, from any given point in time. Mainly from time periods that many others will barely remember, or because others were too young to know how things once were.
For me, I remember the times when top-of-the-line cell phones cost $200-$250, but you usually got a free cell phone when you jumped to a different carrier OR you renewed your two year contract.
I also remember having 300 anytime minutes per month, and they were free between 9 pm and 6 am, and free on the weekends. I can't remember how many texts I had per month, but I think it was also around 300 per month. I could also spend an extra $5 per month and have my free minutes start at 7 pm.
Plans like that made it hard to date women because at the time, texting wasn't that popular, and women liked to talk on the phone.
I remember when video games were actually good.
I remember going to Wendy's and only eating from the salad bar. I would always make a taco bowl.
This wasn't as far back as that, but I remember when Taco Bell was owning the fast food market. From their mascot (RIP), to their ready-by-the-end-of-the-timer-or-it's-free campaign, to their awesome toys (particularly the N64 ones).
I remember when a game was deemed good based on how fun it was and not by polygons/textures/framerate.
When you fire up a game for the first time you don't have to connect to the internet to download the other half of the game.
When DLC was just called a sequel, and it was a full game.
Playing multi-player involved calling up a buddy on a home phone and walking to his house.
Only getting 1-2 games a year, and riding my bike to the local video rental store on the occasional weekend I was fortunate enough to get to rent a game. The disappointment when I chose poorly.
The relatively brief time period when stores charged whatever they wanted for games; looking at you Kmart and your $95 Mortal Kombat N64 game.
When video games were one of many hobbies for a kid, and most of the rest involved being outside and/or with others.
And when being a little crap would get your ass kicked by another kid or swatted by an adult, and no one would question it.
Back in the old days when kids actually played outside, I'd ride out on my bicycle right after breakfast and wouldn't be back home 'til right before dinner. There were no cell' 'phones and I rarely told my parents where I'd be goin'. I just left, had a blast, and that was life back in the old days
Back in the day we used to walk home from school almost a mile from where the bus dropped us off at. Now parents get thrown in jail for child abuse if that happens.
I miss the summers. It was like a non stop thrill ride when we got out of school. I only came home to sleep. We rode our bicycles all over, we swam in the creeks, we got into trouble, made new friends. It's some of my fondness memories!
We had a phone party line. Before dialing we had to check to see if any of the neighbors were already on the line. You had to wait for them to be done before you could make your call. We must have been one of the last party lines in existence.
We didn't have cable, but my dad bought and installed a used 50' tower for our antenna. That got us 2-3 extra channels, but we had to rotate the antenna to specific directions in order for them to come in. We did have an automatic turner though so you could spin the dial and wait as it rotated, making an "err, err, err, err" sound.
We thought a 25" TV was huge.
We had a Kmart come to town in the late-80s. I remember people coming on the first day, just to check it out. I walked around drinking one of those icy drinks. I remember how they used to have their video games in those flippy display containers. Years later when they went out of business, I tried to convince my parents to let me buy them to keep in my room. They said "no"
We all wanted "pump shoes" where you could inflate the tongue with air. I couldn't afford Nike, but I did chores and saved up enough to buy a pair of Voits.
We also all wanted Starter Jackets. I had a job at that time and was saving my money for the jacket below, but by the time I had enough it had already sold. They only had one of each jacket so if someone else bought it you were out of luck.image
Going to Toys R Us and flipping over the flaps to read about games, then picking up the little slip that you then brought to a separate counter to get the game.. Best feeling ever!
> Going to Toys R Us and flipping over the flaps to read about games, then picking
> up the little slip that you then brought to a separate counter to get the game..
> Best feeling ever!
My family was pretty poor when I was a kid. So, I only did that once during my childhood. But, it was
pretty dang awesome!
I remember when society wasn't confused on what a boy and a girl were.
I remember renting NES games and picking from a wall of those sweet 8-bit art box art cases.
A few of these memories hit me right in the feels. I can't imagine 30 years from now anybody actually getting nostalgic over the IPhone X or Snapchat.
> A few of these memories hit me right in the feels. I can't imagine 30 years from
> now anybody actually getting nostalgic over the IPhone X or Snapchat.
I remember when I was 9 and got my iPhone X for Christmas!
Fudgein weird to think about...
I remember when watching someone else playing video game was considered boring.
Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, jerks was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
With the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked g, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that crap
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin crap
We get hype and crap and start lifin crap
So step away with your fist fight ways
jerk this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me though
Okay, I remember the days
High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades
Troops, Lottos, and BKs, those was the days
Hi-tec boots spray painted witcha names
T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial
Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember?
Barry him told his dog go to the prom and die
Didn't lie shot hisself in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed
Just to reiterate dog those was the days
Fo' the invasions of haters, man crews from all around
Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Key Lo
Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco
While playboys stepped in talent shows
Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool
Fudge them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)
In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown
Hamwood and Diplomats
Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats
We was lovin' that
Before they started jackin jacks
For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
College Park after dark, Crown Victorias police unmarked cars
Be aware, Wayne Williams was out there, but we ain't care
Kids was gettin stabbed and ditched out there too busy playin
Double dare ya touch shorty on the ass, that's a bet
Want your Kool-Aid and sugar, smack your hands and say "sweat"
It's mine now place it in my Louis Vuitton pouch
Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch
Slouch socks, box Chevy Caprice
Hot Niss, cut da whole Disturbin' Tha Peace
Wit no conscience, broke niggas call 'em non cents
No comments, it's Lil' Fate payin homage to College Park
I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat
I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back
With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
And set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches
A child of the corn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy
Wherever I go they went they my buddies
I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets
Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats
Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf
When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for action
Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one
Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
And be with the people makin all that got damn noise, man
I remember the old days when there was sex without consequences. Then crap happened.
I had to walk all the way across the room to change the TV channel. We originally only had two choices: NBC or CBS. When ABC came to our area, we had to have an adapter to get the UHF channel.
We were one of the first people I knew to get a color TV. A technician had to come set it up and "degauss" it. When it had problems, we took out the tubes, took them to tester in the corner store, and bought new ones to replace the bad ones.
> I had to walk all the way across the room to change the TV channel. We originally
> only had two choices: NBC or CBS. When ABC came to our area, we had to have an adapter
> to get the UHF channel.
> We were one of the first people I knew to get a color TV. A technician had to come
> set it up and "degauss" it. When it had problems, we took out the tubes, took them
> to tester in the corner store, and bought new ones to replace the bad ones.
Them ol' CRTs! Whenever colors get wonky a little magnetism gets everything back in check. Monitors for a while used to have little magnets in them every time you turned it on (screen would be wobbly then go back to normal soon as you turned it on), or you could take your floppy disk eraser and just kinda motion around the screen for a bit.
Back in the old days household electronics were so expensive you actually paid someone to repair them rather than just buying new ones.
Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Select, Start.
I remember going outside too. Good times.
I remember when Han shot first.
This is Knuckles, and I'm back!
I been away for a while
But I'm back to kick some butt at Wild Canyon!
I shall find all the lost pieces of the Master Emerald here
I'm gonna get those fools
They wanna play with my Emeralds?
They playing with the wrong guy!
Echidonia, that's what I'm representing
Never seen a mic-hog spit like a menace
Wild Canyon fun, I gotta chase a bat, huh
Yeah, Rouge, she's sexy and smooth
A double cross spy thief that's out for my jewels, uh!
I'm feelin' her in mysterious ways
That's why I stay on point like, every single day
I gotta protect this place, I do it for my race, uh!
Yeah, you know how it is
Throw your hands up
Come on, come on, yeah
Ain't nobody gon' come here and eat my plate, no!
Yo what happened, my Emerald's gone!
Somebody gonna get theirs quick, my word is bond!
Who could'a did this, that stitch named Rouge!
When I catch her, I'm-a get her with these tools
There you are, come here, little thief!
Think you gon' fly and get away quick? Uh, uh!
Give up the Emerald or die, I don't love you!
I remember cap guns and making bicycle ramps out of scrap wood laying around the garage. The whole family going over to another family's house, on like a Tuesday night, for no reason other than to spend some time together playing cards and talking face to face. I remember spirograph and mad libs, silly putty and comics for a quarter, reading from an actual book. I remember teachers and students had respect for each other. Manual typewriters and 8 track tapes, static on the tv and swimming in ponds without a hazmat suit, drinking river water was safe. Bonfires and gatherings at the park, actually riding a bike around town and not worrying about being out after dark.
People used to wave at each other when driving and they'd let the person walking or riding a bike have priority on the road/crossings. The words Thank You and Please were actually used. Going for a Sunday drive, all the stores were closed. Family dinner at grandma's house after church, skipping rocks, hopscotch, baseball cards in your bike tires. But most of all I remember my grandfather talking about how different the world was then compared to his day and trying to understand why that was so important to him....now I get it.
When was drinking river water safe? lol
> When was drinking river water safe? lol
Back in the old days...
> KCPenguins wrote:
>> When was drinking river water safe? lol
> Back in the old days...
I live by the Ohio River and even when I was a kid in the 60s, drinking water from the river or any of its tributaries was not safe. We weren't supposed to eat fish from the river either. We did, however, drink water straight from the garden hose and from the kitchen tap without a filter.
Can you imagine the looks you would have gotten from any adult in those days if you had said "I've got a great idea for making money. Let's bottle water and sell it."
> FrictionPin wrote:
>> KCPenguins wrote:
> |>> When was drinking river water safe? lol
>> Back in the old days...
> We did, however, drink water straight from the garden hose
I remember drinking water out of the water hose as a kid. If your kids do that nowadays, people act like you're a horrible parent.
Does anybody else remember channel 99?
I remember staying up late with my brothers and cousins, after the adults had went to sleep, we'd sneak into the living room and turn on channel 99. The channel was all fuzzy, but you can hear the lady moaning, and occasionally you'd see a body part here and there while the tv fuzz was going back and forth.
I remember also sitting very close to the tv and trying to look down into the screen as if I'd be able to see more action, but apparently it didn't work that way.
I still drink water out of a garden house when I'm outside working in the summer. NW Washington has really clean water because of the mountains.
> Does anybody else remember channel 99?
> I remember staying up late with my brothers and cousins, after the adults had went
> to sleep, we'd sneak into the living room and turn on channel 99. The channel was
> all fuzzy, but you can hear the lady moaning, and occasionally you'd see a body part
> here and there while the tv fuzz was going back and forth.
> I remember also sitting very close to the tv and trying to look down into the screen
> as if I'd be able to see more action, but apparently it didn't work that way.
Lol. Yeah. We would get wasted and stare at blurs for hours.
> Back in the old days household electronics were so expensive you actually paid someone
> to repair them rather than just buying new ones.
Funny story. I was about 11 and my parents took our vcr to a repair place. After 2 weeks it still wasn't fixed. My dad went to go pick it up and the guy refused to let him have it back. Dad said what type of store racket are you operating here? The repair tech threatened to "send his biker gang boys to my house to fudge us up because he can do whatever he wants because he's a big boy." Dad said it doesn't work anyway, so keep that crap. Left without paying. So the guy called my house and threatened us for a week until cops went over there and arrested him.
> Tony wrote:
>> Back in the old days household electronics were so expensive you actually paid someone to repair them rather than just buying new ones.
> Funny story. I was about 11 and my parents took our vcr to a repair place. After
> 2 weeks it still wasn't fixed. My dad went to go pick it up and the guy refused
> to let him have it back. Dad said what type of store racket are you operating here?
> The repair tech threatened to "send his biker gang boys to my house to fudge us
> up because he can do whatever he wants because he's a big boy." Dad said it doesn't
> work anyway, so keep that crap. Left without paying. So the guy called my house and
> threatened us for a week until cops went over there and arrested him.
Depending on the year, the guy might have been trying to steal it from you to repair and resell. In 1977, I paid $700 (in 1977 dollars) for my first VCR. I paid to have it repaired twice because even in the 1980s it was cheaper to repair a VCR than to replace it. Also, it didn't read the newer copy guarding - so I could copy any movie by playing to another VCR from that one. On the second repair, the shop said it needed new heads and that it would be too costly to repair. A friend of mine who ran a stereo shop was able to get the part and installation was just remove 4 screws, pop off the old heads, pop on the new heads, and put the screws in.
I think I read somewhere that the first Fast and Furious film was about a truckload of stolen VCRs.
I miss when everyone wasn't so sensitive about everything.
Kids (and adults) get bullied/picked on. Grow a pair.
There's only two genders.
Some people are/aren't religious, move on.
No one else cares about your diet/pet/kids. Get past it.
Your food isn't worthy of being photographed for the world.
You shouldn't care about celebrities, at all.
GTFO social media and pay attention, there's real social interactions to be had.
> No one else cares about your diet/pet/kids. Get past it.
This. No, your kid isn't special and no your kid isn't cute and I'm tired of hearing about all the absolutely mediocre things they do. This is what every kid in the history of the planet looks like to me:image
> Demonis wrote:
>> No one else cares about your diet/pet/kids. Get past it.
> This. No, your kid isn't special and no your kid isn't cute and I'm tired of hearing
> about all the absolutely mediocre things they do. This is what every kid in the history
> of the planet looks like to me:
Fake news. My kid is super fudging cute.
Every parent loves their kid (hopefully) more than life itself. I'd do nearly anything for my kid, but I don't drone on about him to other people without it being a 'my kid' type of conversation with other parents.
> I remember when video games were actually good.
> I miss when everyone wasn't so sensitive about everything.
> Kids (and adults) get bullied/picked on. Grow a pair.
> There's only two genders.
> Some people are/aren't religious, move on.
> No one else cares about your diet/pet/kids. Get past it.
> Your food isn't worthy of being photographed for the world.
> You shouldn't care about celebrities, at all.
> GTFO social media and pay attention, there's real social interactions to be had.
lol its been the care bear generation for a while now.
I remember before cell phones we had pagers lol some of them looked pretty sweet. oh and Telephone booths.
also remembered when I first started playing online on dail up with the dreamcast chu chu rocket was my first online game think I had a mouse and keyboard for the dreamcast too lol and a mic for seaman
I remember way before DVRs - after school. I had to rush home for the new episode of Pokémon that came on at 4pm central time.
> I remember way before DVRs - after school. I had to rush home for the new episode
> of Pokémon that came on at 4pm central time.
lol for me it was the 90's X-Men loved that show