My (now grown) children have the same reaction to my old toys. They roll their eyes and go "how prehistoric, Dad."
When I tell them of my childhood with no internet, no cell phones and no cable tv, I might as well be talking about farming in the Dust Bowl during the Depression.
Back around 2000 I was on a pheasant hunting trip in N.W. Kansas and on the first night rented a room of a house owned by a 94 year old widow. She lived there her entire life and her stories of surviving the great dust bowl in that tiny little town was like listening to a living history book.....
That house was actually built by her father outside of town then eventually brought in to that lot pulled by mule train and rolled over logs......