Sitting on the side of stank canal using cane poles and kite string tied around bacon to catch crawdads.
Climbing all over barges hurricane Betsey washed up years earlier behind the levee of the Mississippi.
Swiping beers out of the parent’s coolers at Mardi Gras to put into coffee cans taped to cane poles to trade for doubloons from the guys on the floats.
Riding bikes with a pack of kids chasing the mosquito fogger truck like it was the pied piper.
Having a dog that walked me to the bus stop every morning and came back every afternoon to walk me home.
Leaving home at daybreak on Saturday morning and explore for miles before coming home for dinner.
Using kite string and pulleys rig a line between the houses so we could send messages back and forth when we were supposed to be in bed.
Becoming marksmen using slingshots made from coat hangers, masking tap and rubber bands.
Making homemade kites from dry cleaning plastic bags.
The fire and smoke of saltpeter and sugar.
Remember tying your own flies an making your own spinner lures?
And Oh yeah, I remember, making home made kites.
I swear we made one so big we used bailing twine to hold it down.
Well, that dang thing airlifted my little brother LOL!
Carried him like 25 feet LOL.