I'm thankful for growing up in the Fifties.
We played outside until dark, then we caught lightning bugs to put in a jar.
I lived in a small town and that made it even better.
I was 7 Y/O when I got my first dog...a bulldog terrier puppy... with worms! I put it in my bicycle basket and rode to the vet. He was in the first Vet Medicine class at A&M...I learned as an adult. I thought he was just a nice man I took my sick dog to.
I don't know if he sent my dad a bill or what. I didn't know he did it for $$. He just gave me medicine and told me how to doctor my puppy.
Over the years he doctored several of my dogs. I learned to pay.
I still do....don't put them in a jar anymore..
I have a smoking habit so I go outside and sit on the porch in the dark. The bugs see the glow of the cig, and fly toward it.....In fact, I just came inside after seeing several of them tonight..
As I get older I find myself increasingly getting enjoyment out of the things I did as a boy. I will even catch a frog or two, just for the hell of it..
For me at least, not much has changed, except I will share the experiences with my grandkids, a great grandkid coming in a couple months..
So I was told! lol..
I never could get up the money to order the things...so it was one of the things I wanted to have..
I spent most of my (bottle) money and allowance on marbles and A&W rootbeer.