In 1970 I was six years old. Candy bars cost ten cents and I had a monster green tricycle that could easily have been featured in a kids horror movie. Maybe any horror movie. It was a terror to behold and to ride.
But for all the nostalgia I have for those formative years from age six to sixteen, there are a few things I’m happy to have left behind:
- the 8-track tape. I’ve written about this before so suffice to say that as a music format it was terrible.
- long hair. What was I thinking? I was not thinking.
- rotary dial telephones
- TVs with knobs, TVs without color
- Pop Rocks candy
- that KISS TV movie
- puberty
