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I grew up without a dryer at all. We were really poor and lived out in the country, and I thought only "rich" people had dryers. :laugh: We hung everything outside all the time - great big long t-post clothesline. I didn't have a dryer until I was in my mid-20s in my second apartment.
Me too. Actually my first exposure to using a dryer was when I was a late teen going to essentially a jump-start college summer program, before my senior year of high school. I looked at the machine for a few minutes, and then was pretty embarrassed when I went to ask my friend how to use it. She was actually from the south and apparently lots of people near where she lived didn't have driers, so she was really kind about it. Or at least that's what she said. This was the summer of 98.
But then I felt better because my roommate who grew up in a really posh place where they had a maid had never used a washer or a dryer. And didn't know how to fold or iron. So I was vindicated when my posh roomie tried to dump a quarter of her detergent in the machine. lol