I suppose sometimes there's also a good side to belonging to an older generation (like me): my experience with making phone calls looks like this: walk out into the hallway where the charging station is plugged in, pick up the phone handset, punch in the number, push the green button, wait, and talk. The end.
Haha, yeah, I actually have fond memories of dial wheels. There was something quite meditative about the clicking sound when it ran back into zero position. But then again, most numbers I called back then consisted of just four digits.
Did I mention that I don't own a smart phone?