I'm so old I Remember when:

[R2elk]

1931??

Oklahoma during the '60s.

 

[Nomadicus]

I remember as a pre teen riding a bicycle all over town delivering newspapers in the dark of the night even in what would be thought of today as the bad part of town without any fear. Times were good in the late mid to late 50's.

 

[Evadig]

My mom used to deliver newspapers by bike in elementary school in her small town during the eighties.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

My mom used to deliver newspapers by bike in elementary school in her small town during the eighties.

I helped my brother deliver papers when we were teens in Denver. There was nothing to fear that I knew of, except that some of the other carriers could be a bit silly. My brother eventually stopped letting me help him, but it was years later before I understood why. I wasn't very smart.

 

[Nomadicus]

I saw a few things kids shouldn't have and they can't be unseen now.

 

[BigBlueHen53]

Route 66 was the highway to everywhere. When Mom got off it somehow on our way to Phoenix, we weren't lost. We were doing "unscheduled sightseeing." Look, kids! Horsies! Cowies!

Cowies?

 

[Nomadicus]

I remember when I got lost with the kids in the car it was better just to be taking a shortcut. That was better than hearing them scream and all that gnashing of teeth squalling.

 

[ChicksnMore]

I remember as a pre teen riding a bicycle all over town delivering newspapers in the dark of the night even in what would be thought of today as the bad part of town without any fear. Times were good in the late mid to late 50's.

Me too...just not as far back as the 50's. I had 2 routes and I loved starting my day in the dark and listening to the world wake up. I was sad to learn now days you need a driver's license to have a route.

 

[Ponypoor]

True.
Also my lack of facebooking keeps me at a disadvantage when it comes to learning from the chicken know pros.
I gotta old school live and learn.

You have a PhD in the School of Hard Knocks

 

[Ponypoor]

Route 66 was the highway to everywhere. When Mom got off it somehow on our way to Phoenix, we weren't lost. We were doing "unscheduled sightseeing." Look, kids! Horsies! Cowies!

Cowies?

My dad called it scenic-ing

So when I got turned around (ok ya lost) with the truck and RV one evening in TX (while taking mum to her winter stomping grounds in AZ), going somewhere I have no idea where, all frustrated because I needed to turn around….. well my mum finally told me ‘it’s ok we’re just scenic-ing’….. yes the scenery was was lovely, the horses and cattle wonderful but I needed to get someplace before dark!! I finally was able to turn around in some Farmers cattle loading paddock

Scenic-ing - hahahahahaha