I'm a so-called "Elder Millennial." I grew up in the 1980s and I came of age in the mid-1990s when the last of the Millennials were born. However, when I talk to those generational contemporaries of mine who grew up in the 1990s, it seems like my childhood was closer to that of my parent's generation: The Baby Boomers who grew up in the 1950s.
I saw Ronald Reagan on the campaign trail when New Jersey was considered a "Red State." The Secret Service checked my diaper for weapons.
I learned to dial on a rotary phone and I memorized the phone numbers of friends and family before I knew how to write. I've used a "party line."
I resisted the urge to call 1-900 numbers, even though many of them were marketed to children. ("Hey kids, who wants to listen to Daffy Duck and Porky Pig?")
I found wheat pennies, Buffalo nickels and Mercury dimes in my change when I bought candy. Most candy bars cost $0.25 at that time; a Cow Tale cost $0.10.