I’m so old I remember when people would read the newspaper.
Like, read every sentence in every story of each day’s newspaper, trusting the editor not to print anything that would be too much of a waste of time.
I’m so old I remember when people would read the newspaper.
Like, read every sentence in every story of each day’s newspaper, trusting the editor not to print anything that would be too much of a waste of time.
I remember asking to borrow my parents’ newspaper so I could use my silly putty to make copies of pictures.
Also reading comics, and reusing the newspaper so I could make papier mâche (or other crafts) out of it. I learned to weave by using strips of newspaper to make a mat.