What a year this week has been.

Rusty

Jeb, the best part was playing with a social group, and the back and forth as we used our imaginations to create games and adventures!

Jeb, those were the good 'ol days! I wouldn't trade it for what kids have today.

Jeb, we didn't have street lights but had to be able to hear the bell and come home when Ma rang it...or we had to be home before dusk. We spent time catching frogs in the pond, we had a pool we swam in, we would "make beer": run water through sluiceways we made in the gravel pile and the foam from the water that would collect in pools we called beer...we hammered together our own boards to make "boats" we would float on the pond. We went tromping through the woods with our free range dogs and sometimes even the cats would join us for part of the journey. So glad I can appreciate it all now...at the time I really didn't as that was just what was normal...it was just how it was.