To have popped popcorn on the stove.
To have gotten up to change the channel.
To have waited for the radio to warm up.
To have thrown change over the car from the passenger's seat into the toll bucket.
To have played a record with a sewing needle and paper cone.
To have waved a calculator in a dark room to see 8's everywhere.
To have pumped the gas pedal (without flooding the engine) to start the car.
To have set the alarm clock before bed every night, so it wouldn't go off at 7 PM.
To have asked for (and used) free maps at the gas station.
To have grumbled because the person ahead of me wanted to pay with a credit card.
To remember the smell of purple-ink ditto sheets in school.
To have switched the high beams on and off with my left foot.
To have gotten a CB license.
To have clapped the erasers to choke my classmates.
To have made actual carbon copies.
To have gotten my dime back because the line was busy.
To have held the rabbit ears to bring in Dr. Demento from a station in the next state.
To have set my watch to WWV at 5, 10, 15, or 20 MHz on the shortwave radio.
To have ridden in the "way back" of the station wagon.
To have sent a check and my passbook to the bank to make a deposit.
To have eaten food with Red Dye #2 in it.
To have snacked on Space Sticks, Koogle, and Thick 'N' Frosty.
To have eaten Quisp, Quake, and King Vitaman for breakfast.
To have eaten Libbyland TV dinners while watching Wild Kingdom.
To have seen billboards, commercials, books, and magazines without typos.
To never have had to CamelCase anything.
To know who shot J.R.
To make a person-to-person call; to refuse a collect call from Uncle Homenow.
via +Terry Poulin