I would have loved to have asked my great aunt what it was like living through the depression era, WWII, etc but I was too young when she would've remembered all of that information. By the time I was old enough to have any interest in it her memory had deteriorated dramatically.
When i'm drunk I usually sing, dance, run around in circles without pants, attempt to eat cat food and on a few occasions call my friends mother a whore and duct tape tools to my hands and pretend I'm a battle droid.