I am probably older than most of the bloggers -- with the exception of Bo. That means there has been a lot more for me to remember. It doesn't mean that I remember it all. Often I wish I could remember more.
Occasionally I think back to my childhood and remember things that I would love to share with someone. I can just imagine the young readers thinking of their grandmother and other "older" adults.
When I was about 5 or 6, Nabisco Shredded Wheat came in a large "pillow". There were no small bite-size pieces. One of the large pillows constituted a serving of cereal. I really didn't care for cereal and certainly hated milk (still do), but I wanted the cereal boxes.
Buildings were printed on the inside of the shredded wheat boxes. We cut them out and put them together with the little tabs and slits on the corners -- no glue or Scotch tape. There were churches, schools, libraries, houses, fire stations, police stations. There was a girl who lived upstairs, and together we had an entire town. That was fun for me. It might not have been so much fun if I'd had a sibling a couple of years younger who could grab the scissors or step on my buildings. My one sister came along much later.
Ask your mothers or grandmothers if they ever played with the shredded wheat villages. It made for cheap toys.