Gen X. I was born in '65, but because I hadn't yet turned two when the first Super Bowl was played in '67, I am always the same age as the Super Bowl number. Makes it easy to remember how old I am.
I am old enough to remember:
Party line phones with five digit numbers if calls were local, and Macon and Kirksville having the same area code as Kansas City.
A country doctor who actually made house calls.
The only TV being black and white because color was too expensive, that got a CBS channel, an NBC channel, and if the weather was right, an ABC channel.
As a preschool-aged kid, crawling from the backseat to the frontseat of my mom's '67 Impala while she drove 80 MPH on a winding country road while chainsmoking.
My mom thinking gas was expensive when it hit 50 cents a gallon.
The mortgage on a brand new house with three bedrooms, two baths, and a two car garage being less than my current utility bills.
Riding in the backs of pickups thinking nothing of it. Also, sitting behind the driver with my ass on the trunk of a two seat convertible MG thinking nothing of it.
Handheld communication devices being either walkie-talkies or something out of Star Trek.
Manual typewriters.
I could go on, but it's too depressing. And there is also still a part of me that thinks the year 2000 should be in the future, not nearly a quarter-century in the past.
Get off my lawn.
