I'm half the age most of you are, and was in that transitional period after the golden era. I was born in 91, thankfully in a remote area. Isolated on a hilltop, we had 8 acres that we rode laps upon laps through on our bikes and dirt bikes. Had a rifle range in the back yard (a shaky bench and a soft stump).
Cells phones were just becoming a thing. I remember my dad hated the idea of them, but when he started his own business he had to get one. It rankled him something fierce. Now he can't put his cell phone down, or if he does it's just to turn on his laptop or table. Bit of irony there.
We had dial up internet until I was 12 or so, 3 channels on tv until I was 16. All cell phones were flip phones or Nokia brick phones, nothing "smart" yet.
I'm thankful I was fortunate enough to grow up remote, with woods around us. There's a lot of lessons to be learned (nobody else in my 6th grade class had to put down the occasional deer shredded by a cougar in the back yard!) that most kids I knew never had the chance to experience.
I have an adopted brother who's 16 right now and I feel for his generation. I can't imagine how hard it is to grow up in an era of digital everything, ubiquitous smart phones, regular school shootings, increasing teenage hard drug use… the list goes on. Makes me dubious about having kids of my own, and wondering what their world will look like in 15-20 years
