Add to that list:
A boxed Chef Boyardee, or Apian Way Pizza was a gourmet treat.
A spaceship could be something as simple as a piece of school paper with drawings of gauges, hung between the bar and seat backing of the bus seat in front of you.
Time travel was achieved by riding your bycicle in a wooded clearing, clockwise to go forward, bacward to travel back in time.
Your favorite breakfast was Lucky Charms, or Super Sugar Crisp.
Gasoline cost 20 cents per gallon.
The smelt ran so thick in the streams during the springtime run that you could almost walk accross on thier backs.
Bamboo fishing poles and picking nightcrawlers were what made the world go 'round.
Fishing with Dad was considered an event, not an embarassment.
Making and flying homemade kites taught wisdom and patience.
There was a middle class.
Trips with Grandparents to nowhere, just to spot wildlife was an adventure.
You could play on the streets, and run through all of your neighbor's yards without worrying about molestation, or crime, or violence.
Nobody sued anybody.
Meals took an hour or more to eat, at a table.
Everybody raved about steaks that were tough and chewy, but they were cooked on the grill.
We swam every summer day off of the dock on our side yard, watched by our next-door-neighbor's mother.
Working on the snowmobile in a cold garage with our parents while shivering like crazy was quality time with Dad.
Blaming the dog for suripitous blasts of silent gasseous emmitions was the norm.
Sledding in the gravel pits until our clothes were frozen hard, and we were close to suffering severe hypothermia, or, it was too dark to see happened regularly on Saturdays.
Springtime brought the freedom of bicycles back, and mounds of snow waiting to be transformed into launch ramps.
Network telivision shows were uplifting.
Comedies and comedians were more concerned with having fun, and tickling the funnybone rather than shocking us into laughter.
Walking to the local chicken joint and getting a plateful of fries for a dime to go with that chicken was a communal event with your buddies. And the baked beans were new and different from anything you'd ever tasted before (a touch of chilli powder added to the recipe).
Roasting marshmallows and hot dogs over an open campfire, sometimes at the same time made up the evenings festivities.
Girls were freindly and innocent, and somehow scarry and extrememly attractive at the same time.
Boys actually got embarrased into their teens.
People didn't look at you funny if you carried a rifle or shotgun during hunting season.
Arrows cost a quarter apiece.
Balloons made great archery targets when tied to a hay-bail.
I could do an excess of 250 pushups, and 30 pull-ups without breaking a sweat, twice.
Making a rickety raft out of driftwood and trying to float on it into the river was engineering.
Parents trusted their kids to behave.
Parents disciplined their kids who didn't.
Religeon wasn't a societal sin.
And yes, I was a Boy Scout.
And the list goes on.
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of teh North