Woah...feeling old. I vividly recall the grueling weekly task of mowing my parent's 4 acre backyard, which was more like pushing 75 lbs of deadweight through a rock quarry. The single consolation was my trusty Walkman and mix tapes of everything from Def Leppard, The Rolling Stones, The Bangles (yes, I aimed to "Walk Like an Egyptian") to The Cure.
I am, however, grateful for my Internet-free childhood which meant spending my days in nature, endlessly riding my bike, climbing trees, exploring, and hand-writing letters to pen pals and family.