You have reminded me of one of my favorite cartoons, Miken. It's a drawing of a father and his son walking through the snow. The father says to the son, "When I was a kid, the snow used to come up to here on me," motioning to the center of his chest. His son, walking next to him has the snow up to the same point on his chest...

I did write a song with that perspective in mind:

"We were all much smaller then, and everyone was bigger
There was a kid who lived down the block, with a dog the size of Trigger
Our prairies all were empty lots, our mountains, just a hill
And for a dime at the corner store, a kid could eat his fill"

Jerry