I remember at about age 7 walking up to the corner shanty like grocery store on the corner of where we lived. For a quarter could buy me,a drink and a little itty bitty naked porcelain like doll with moveable arms and legs. I would set on the front porch,and make tiny little clothes for my new toy. It was so small I used a small match box for the bed. Later in the day, after swimming around in my mom's nbr 2 wash tub with my brother,he and I would walk in our flip flops to the other corner up a hill and buy snow cones-for a nickel. The smell of my grandmother in Missouri making doughnuts,on her wood burning stove. The outhouse at my grandmothers house-they lived atop a mountain. The outhouse was pink...lol that is what I painted it. Riding in the back seat of our car, looking out the window,and seeing signs at gas stations,with big easels sitting outside their stations, proclaiming their gas was cheaper. One side said 15cents, the other said 18 cents. Oh yeah, nothing digital back then. Back then the "green stamps". Oh heavens we had to save what seemed like thousands of those things,all licked and applied in the booklets by me and my brother. Then,when your mom thought she had enough, off to the green stamp store, to buy something nifty for the house. I can remember more , but how many can you remember ?