When I was a kid my mom told me she ordered me Socker Boppers but they never showed up in the mail. I never forgot. I recently reminded her and these showed up at my door 2 days later.
You never had to worry about anything. Life smelled like freshly baked cakes, and everything was refined as it’d been just created. The newness of it all would fill your days with unvarying excitement. Every door had a welcome mat and dreams were the only currency. That’s how old I am.