When you were a youngster, did you complain much about not having stuff? Try denying a ten year old a smart phone.

No. My sister complained enough for both of us. 

No I had lots of toys I even had 6 - Jonny Sevens. They were a toy gun that was 7 guns in one. My 6 year old Granddaughter has a smart phone and I am always surprised how well  she uses it and  how well she takes care of it. Cheers!

This post was edited by Nanoose at July 4, 2024 12:22 PM MDT

Np, we didn't have much and didn't expect much.

No.  I had almost all of what I wanted.  Back then, we didn't have a lot of extra money, so the things we wanted were given as birthday or Christmas presents.  Today's kids are spoiled.  I hear mothers i Target promising their child any toy they want if they would only stop crying.  My mother would have just taken us out of the store.

Nope.  We may have been poor, but we kids had plenty of "stuff".    Wooden thread spools were building blocks.  Metal cottage cheese lids were "frisbees".  Quaker Oat boxes had many different uses (especially in the sandbox).  Grandma and grandpa got us a couple of "modern' toys each christmas, otherwise we used whatever was available and our imagination.  

I was 10 in 1970. No cell phones then, smart or not. But I got a lot of things as birthday and Hanukkah gifts, got sent to private school, and since my father grew up with parents who sold men's clothing, I always had good clothes from the boys department at Brooks Brothers.

My mother was smart, she would just cut holes in my pants pockets so I would have something to play with.

No.  We were taught to be happy with what we had.  And we were happy kids.  We used our imaginations in play much more than purchased articles. 

I deny people of all ages smart phone use, if they are in my house or car.
I started that approach when I was doing a favor for a friend, driving her family somewhere ... and instead of talking to each other, they were texting.  After an hour of that stupidity, I pulled over and told them they either stopped texting someone who was sitting next to them - or they could walk.

Yes, maybe more than I'd like to think.
My older sister recently reminded me (and, boy, did we laugh!) about a couple of times, at least, when our family was at others' houses, I had said,
"I'm thirsty."
Each family had given me water.
And I said, "Thirsty for pop."

Kinda. All of my friends had bikes, I wasn't allowed one until I was 12. Comes of having a paramedic for a dad - he'd peeled too many kids off of fenders.