Parking lot baseball ("Sandlot" of sorts), playing Barbies, making sand in the alley, thunderstorms, tag, bicycles, wagon trains, climbing trees, candy store, playgrounds, Dark Shadows, picnics. The list goes on and on. I have very fond memories of summers as a kid.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
HEAVE HO ROPE
It was really dark at night when I was a kid. No street lights. As a matter of fact the only light around would be the headlights of a car coming down the street. As soon as we saw a car coming we would get on each side of the road. We would pretend to be pulling a huge rope across the street. Even though drivers couldn't see the rope they would see us and squeal to a stop which was our cue to take off running as fast as we could and hide in some bushes. So much fun for kids in elementary school. My mom and dad would sit on the front porch with a glass of ice tea and just laugh and laugh. Life was different back in the '60's. Really.
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