“no memory of the 50s, 60s and 70s
Yeah, when cars were not as safe and somehow babies weren’t frying in back seat car seats.”
And my little brother walked around with a goose egg on his forehead from hitting the dash board. My mom was holding him, but my dad hit the breaks a little too fast.
The older brother was riding in the back window and rolled on top my me and my sister. We saved him from flying into the front seat. Normal everyday 1960’s.
Oh, yes. Remember the days when Dad brought home a new car (you know, once every 20 years) and the entire neighborhood would pour in for a drive around the block - including the family dog? It was especially exciting if it was a station wagon with wood paneling.
It really was - for some of us - Leave It To Beaver.