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Originally Posted by AMB444
Remember this?
- bread bags on feet before putting on your snow boots
-stealing beans, peas, carrots from gardens and drinking from the hose. Apples off of trees.
If we went home we'd get chores assigned
- going to your friend's church because you hung out at their house for days, and friends mom adding you to the house chore list
- "that rich kid" on the block had cable, Pong, Sesame Street, Quisp/Capn Crunch & Twinkies
- fear of the basement. Do the rapid dog paddle up the stairs and do NOT look back!
-getting "beaned" during dodge ball with that gigantic rubber ball
-calling radio station to recite "two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions all on a sesame seed bun" to get free Big Mac
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Mowing the lawn or raking the leaves on Saturday hoping the job would be of sufficient quality of earn $.25 which would provide the $.15 Saturday afternoon children's price movie ticket AND two $.05 treats IF I could also find a couple pennies in my dresser drawer to pay the tax.
Making sand and mud pies with the neighborhood kids in all shapes and sizes, laying them all out on old boxes and boards to dry in the sun, and "running" a pretend "bakery" with cakes "decorated" with leaves, milkweed seeds, etc.
Hoping to get permission to go to the home of a neighborhood friend down the block to see one of the few COLORED TV shows .
Going to the farm land of friends outside town to pick morel mushrooms in the spring, cut them in half, soak in big 5 gallon bucks in salt water over night to get any "insects" out, and then having mom fry them in butter after breading in egg and cracker crumbs.
Riding our bikes to the foot of the river which lay at the end of the main retail street in our small, 28K town, watching the barge traffic, commercial fishermen (before the river was too toxic to provide fishermen with a living and the fresh fish markets disappeared along the river.
The local parades, Christmas, Veteran's Day, 4th of July, and especially the Halloween parade where ALL kids could meet at the local high school athletic field, were organized by age and types of costumes, and then march in the parade where there was a ribbon and a prize of some sort for virtually every one of the hundreds of us (donated by local businesses).
And most of all having what I NOW think of as so much freedom; I didn't back then as an only child of very strict parents !
Oh, and my dad, a local judge, allowing me to go to his office in the courthouse and learn to use his TYPEWRITER !