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5 Things We Used Before Online Banking

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Ah, online banking. It’s hard to imagine life without the ability to check our balances, transfer funds, or pay bills with just a few taps on our smartphones. But believe it or not, there was a time when managing money wasn’t just a click away. Let’s take a little trip down memory lane and revisit five things we used before that glorious digital age took over our wallets.

1. The Good Old Checkbook

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Ah, the checkbook: that beautiful, paper-bound ledger where dreams of financial responsibility went to thrive—or die. Writing checks was practically an art form. You’d have to remember to carry it everywhere, and heaven forbid you forget a pen! Not to mention the anxiety of balancing your checkbook at the end of the month. Did I really spend that much on takeout? Spoiler alert: Yes, yes, you did.

There was a certain satisfaction in writing someone a check, though. It felt personal, like sending a handwritten letter, but with a monetary twist. Plus, if you ever had to pay a bill in person, it was the adult equivalent of showing up with a trophy. Look at me, I’m responsible!

2. ATM Machines — The Original Mobile Bank

Before smartphones made banking a breeze, we had ATM machines, those trusty machines that seemed to pop up everywhere. They were like the magical portals of the ’90s, spitting out cash at the mere swipe of a card. Remember the thrill of walking up to an ATM, feeling like you were on an episode of a heist movie? You’d insert your card, type in your PIN, and hope that the universe was on your side that day.

Of course, there was always that moment of sheer panic when you forgot your PIN. You’d stand there like a deer in headlights, hoping the person behind you didn’t notice you were trying to remember your life’s entire financial history. And let’s not even start on the dreaded “insufficient funds” message. Talk about a buzzkill!

3. The Piggy Bank

Before we got all high-tech, we had the humble piggy bank. It was the child’s first foray into the world of saving, and let’s be real, it was adorable. You’d toss in coins like you were making it rain, imagining that one day you’d have enough for that shiny new toy or the latest video game. It was tactile, satisfying, and let’s just say, a little less stressful than watching a stock market app fluctuate.

And who could forget the thrill of breaking open that piggy bank? It felt like you were on an archaeological dig, uncovering treasures from your past. Sure, you might’ve only had a few dollars, but those coins were like gold! Plus, there was something so rewarding about physically counting your savings instead of watching numbers on a screen.

4. The Bills in the Mail

Ah, those good ol’ days when bills arrived in your mailbox. You’d rush to the door, heart racing, hoping for a letter from a long-lost friend or maybe just a coupon for a pizza place. But nope, it was just another bill—probably for something you forgot you even subscribed to. There was a certain ritual to it, though. You’d gather them on the kitchen table, and the family would engage in a thrilling game of “Who Can Guess the Total Amount Due?”

Paying bills was a whole production. You’d write them out by hand, lick those stamps, and drop them off at the post office, praying they arrived on time. It was a bonding experience, really. You’d sit around, commiserating with your family over the electric bill, while your dog chewed on the corner of the last month’s statement. Good times!

5. The Banking Trip

And then there were the trips to the bank. Ah, yes, the classic “let’s visit the bank” outing. You’d put on your best “I’m an adult” outfit and head out, ready to conduct some serious business. You’d stand in line, chatting with the teller about how your week was going, and maybe even share a laugh over last week’s weather. It was slow, it was social, and it was definitely a commitment.

Remember waiting for your number to be called? It was like being at a DMV, but with fewer existential crises. And when you finally reached the teller, it felt like you’d accomplished something monumental.

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