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Joined: Oct 17, 2004
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Where I grew up there was only one other family that lived with in walking distance of us to play with. We would fish or try to catch crawfish, or tadpoles.
Lay on our backs and watch the big puffy clouds go by.
At night there was fireflies to be caught. A local lab would pay a penny a firefly.
Bonfires, marshmello roasts, and the star! my god the stars! no city lights to mess things up.
We built forts out of old willow trees down by the creek.
lay pennies on the rail road tracks. There was the one summer when a train de-railed and most of it piled up in our field. Great fun to hang out and watch the little city that sprang up in the side field while big burly guys and heavy machinery worked to clear up the mess. We brought them lemon-aid they gave us all the fruit we could carry off from the box cars on there sides.
Ahhh... having to dust the house everyday due to the dust that would drift in from the old gravel road.
Jarts. I remember the time we tried to see if we could hit the target circle from tossing the jarts from the front yard over the house. ha ha. Little bro.'s landed soundly in the center of the old above ground pool. It was then that we went back to swimming in the creek...
That's just a very few things that springs to mind at the moment.
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