My first apartment was basement level when I was 17. It was great. I had a neighbour who would pay me $50 to watch his son for an hour every night while he went and beat people up with baseball bats, seriously. Ahhhh thé good old days lol.
Mid 70s I lived for a year with my boyfriend, who had been one of my teachers in private school, in a small basement apartment. In the back of a house on a hill. The street level in front was a floor up and we entered down a flight of steps on the side of the house. Our picture window faced another hill to the I think north. And we could see a little of the city of Boston from our side bedroom. window. Water pressure there was awful. And was set so we would get some in our kitchen but almost none in our shower/bath.