Here's me back in the '70s. I went back to our old farm, and was poking around the old trash dump. I probably drank from this bottle in the '50s. Having a little nip once in a while was normal for us kids. Actually, I nipped more than "once in a while".

The trike belonged to my little sister. The scooter (missing its front end), was a road rash contraption. The pin that held the front-end to the rear would jump out, and we would land heavily on the gravel driveway. Wounded faces and knees were normal outcomes when riding it. Just wonderful engineering here.