I remember....
I remember when every boy had a chipped front tooth; I remember my mother letting me drink a little beer and lots of coffee (with rich milk and sugar) when I was a kid; I remember when the milk man would occasionally deliver wonderful, powdered doughnuts with a high fat content; I remember lighting fire crackers in my hand first and then throwing them and once digging out a tire from a disgusting pond and then hanging it on a tree and swinging from it...
How I miss those awful, dangerous old days.
My dad belonged to the gun club in school.
I used to walk a mile to town by myself when I was 7 years old.
Me and my buddies rode in the back of a pickup truck 40 miles both ways, mostly on the expressway.
Jarts!