I hadn't realized how old I was getting till I read Michael Ventura ["Letters @ 3AM," Aug. 22] on the way it used to be in the 1950s. He and I are about the same age and so have many of the same kinds of memories, though he was a city kid and my father was a farmer. It wasn't until I read his explanation to others of how it once was in this country that I fully realized, by triangulation, how alien that must seem to people my children's age. Ventura is right. It was a freer, riskier, more exciting and inviting country.