While today’s kids have fancy games on Xbox Kinect and the Wii, my siblings, cousins and I had imaginations, an 8-track player, and an adding machine, which we used to ring up sales from bartending–Mad-Men style–at the kids bar, also known as my grandparents’ basement. Except our cabinet contained only water, pop, grenadine and the occasional maraschino cherry, most likely to make a Roy Rogers or Shirley Temple. Of course, it still added up to a great time.