Yep. I frequently ooze jealousy when I see all the goodies that the young ones have today (internet, motorized Big Wheels, more discretionary spending dollars than we could ever have dreamed of, power over teachers, hitting adolesence during a time of exceedingly casual sexual contact, etc), but things like this remind me of just how good we had it.
Give me a tennis ball and a curb, and I could make 15 games to spend entire afternoons perfecting. I could go anywhere, show up at anyone's door and get invited inside, I could say anything that wouldn't get my Dad's belt off of his waist, I could enjoy youth without focusing on adult relations, I could pretend-shoot the enemy in a game and not be sanctioned, I could shoot a BB gun in my yard, I could open a lemonade stand and not get harassed by policemen, I could Trick-or-Treat door-to-door for a MILE in every direction, and I could spend HOURS outside just looking around (nowadays, most kids aren't outside for more than 1 hour straight on any given WEEK!)
In short, we wuz free. Now we are wards of the Nanny-state... and that beast's appetites are showing no signs of ever slowing their increasing size.