Yes. The good days when the newspaper and milk were delivered to your door. Plus, leaving bicycles and toys on the open porch and know they would be there in the morning.
When we first moved to Chicago in 1952, there was still a horse cart going down our street. There was a van that delivered fresh fruit and one that delivered cakes. The downfall of my allowance. Besides the milk that had pry-up cardboard inserts to close.