From some contest in which Boomers were asked to tell Gen Xers how much harder
it was in the old days:

  In my day, we didn't have mouses to move the cursor around. We 
only had the arrows, and if the up arrow was broken and you 
needed to get to the top of the screen, well, you just hit the 
left arrow a thousand times. (Kevin Cuddihy, Fairfax)

  In my day, we couldn't afford shoes, so we went barefoot. In 
the winter we had to wrap our feet with barbed wire for traction. 
(Bill Flavin, Alexandria)

  In my day, we didn't have fancy high numbers. We had "nothing," 
"one," "twain" and "multitudes."   (Elden Carnahan, Laurel)

  In my day, we didn't have virtual reality. If a one-eyed 
razorback barbarian warrior was chasing you with an ax, you just 
had to hope you could outrun him. (Sarah M. Wolford, Hanover)

  In my day, we didn't have days. There was only "time for work," 
"time to pray" and "time for sleep." The sheriff would go around 
and tell everyone when to change.  (Elden Carnahan, Laurel)

  In my day, we didn't have fancy health-food restaurants. Every 
day we ate lots of easily recognizable animal parts, along with 
potatoes  drenched in melted fat from those animals. And we're 
all as strong as AAGGKK-GAAK Urrgh. Thud.   (Tom Witte, 
Gaithersburg)

  When I was your age, we didn't have fake doggie-do. We only had 
real doggie-do, and no one thought it was the least bit funny.  
(Brendan Bassett, Columbia)

  In my day, we didn't have dogs or cats. All I had was Silver 
Beauty, my beloved paper clip.   (Jennifer Hart, Arlington)

  Back in my day, "60 Minutes" wasn't just a bunch of gray-haired 
liberal 80-year-old guys. It was a bunch of gray-haired liberal 
60-year-old guys. (Russell Beland, Springfield, and Jerry 
Pannullo, Kensington)