I certainly wouldn't call having to get up at 5 AM to milk cows by hand so you could get done in time to go to school where the nuns told you that you were going to hell the 'Good Old Days'. Cleaning calf pens and chicken coops with a 4 tined fork in the middle of the hot summer, cleaning manure out of the gutters and hauling it out to the field on a 'stone boat' when it was 20 below and you were wearing old overshoes full of holes and lined with plastic bread sacks to keep your feet dry, mowing hay with an old 7' John Deere mower with a dull sickle, hauling square bales full of hay needles when it was 90 above, taking a bath once a week on Saturday night in an old tin tub, being the fourth or fifth person in the tub with the same water, having to run 100 yards to the windmill to get water in the middle of the winter, sleeping 3 in a bed with no central heat and an incontinent little brother, having to carry the 'Thunder Bucket' out in the morning to empty it when Grandma came to visit, having a real steak for the first time in your life when you're 18 and in college and wondering why you had never heard of such a thing before, and I could go on. Fuck those 'Good Old Days'. We didn't have a TV that worked either so no Capt. Kangaroo or Bonanza for us. No way I'd want to go back to any of those days. I've never been happier than I am today and I don't want to hear your 'Good Old Days' bullshit.