Oh yeah. I was born in 1943, so I grew up in some great times for a kid. We had woods and creeks and a river along with a huge rail yard nearby. They had a blacksmith shop and repaired the great and grand steam engines. Huge roundtable. In the summer we were gone after breakfast till dark. Bicycles, lunch in our packs. BB guns, swimming in the gravel pits and gypsum pits. Picking Dumps and hopping freights. Playing war in the woods. Building rafts and catching fish and cooking birds and fish and other wild game over open fires. Neighborhood track meets, baseball, football, sledding and skiing. Hockey on the gypsum strip mines. Capture the flag at dusk. Boy scouts and camping out. 60 kids or more in the classroom run by 4'10 inch nun. Playing monopoly for 3 days on the porch. Sleeping outside in the summer. Hooking rides by grabbing the bumper of the occasional car passing by in the winter. Walking home from school for lunch. Sneaking in to high school football games. Trick or treating and soaping windows, knocking over outhouses, cooning apples, melons, peaches from the nearby orchards and farms late at night. Being a kid at the beginning of RocknRoll. Elvis and Bill Hayley and Little Richard and all the great white and black singers and groups. Enjoying the Big Bands and Rock and Roll. Riske comedy listening to 78 records from Rusty Warren in Knockers Up. Moms Mabley. 78 records and the advent of the 45. Laker pipes and splits.
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