I'm so old I Remember when:

You catch it, you kill it, you clean it, you cook it, you eat it.

Sigh. I love fishing. I hate catching fish.
A couple years ago while forest camping, some young teens in the nearest campsite had tried fishing with some success. But after showing their family the 3 nice trout, they were at a loss - and brought them over to our campsite while I was making breakfast. "Hi, ah, we just caught these but we're not going to eat them - would you like them?"

We gladly accepted and I cleaned & fried them up with breakfast. So nice of them not to waste the fish, and then they saw how to prepare the fish for next time. City kids but learning to enjoy the outdoors; very polite, too.
 
My dad used to take us camping down on the river every summer. We'd spend the days fishing and exploring the woods. Those are some of my favorite childhood memories. :love
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We loved our Lincoln Logs! I'd build stables for my toy horses, log cabins, etc. Those and the wood Tinker Toys, spread all over the living room while we played & watched cartoons Saturday mornings and our folks got to sleep in a bit. Little brother had a metal erector set, too - lots of easy-to-lose little pieces that made a hellacious clatter when sucked up a vacuum cleaner out of the carpet...
Forgot about the wooden tinker toys. Had those too!

I don't know how many times we took Mom's vacuum bag outside to get the small parts back.

We were always in front of the TV for Saturday morning cartoons. All 2-3 channels of them. Of course we had to get up to turn the channel! 🤣

Now kids have several cartoon channels all the time. With a remote they can flip back and forth and watch more than one show at the same time!
 
watch more than one show at the same time!
🤔 Do they still make TVs with a picture in the picture.
I had one at one time. You could change the small picture between 3 different sizes and move it to anywhere on the screen.
Haven't seen one in probably 20 years now.
 

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