Indeed, for me that would be the late 1950s. Times were simpler in some ways, not so much in others.

Our house was one of the first built in the neighborhood. The house being built next door after we moved in had one feature we didn't have: a bomb shelter!

So we made that our neighborhood clubhouse. It was a place where all the kids could hang out. We brought cookies and snacks and prepared for survival.

And when nothing bad ended up happening, and the new owners moved in and kicked us out, we were just happy that the world hadn't ended!