What a GREAT story!!!! :)
What a great act you did!!
The getting mad at Santa sealed the deal I bet.
Got some great posts and mails about this same theme.
Probably could write a book if a few hundred FReepers replied :)
They sound like wonderful days and I am glad you had them.
I was born in ‘68.
So it was still the time when you played outside till you got called for dinner then played outside till you get called for bed :)
They were GREAT days.
I left communist Cuba in 1966 at the age of 7.
When we lived there we would rarely see jet contrails overhead. My dad told me it was Santa flying recon to see if the kids were being good.
This was a time when jet contrails were very rare as there just weren’t that many jets flying and most likely, the ones flying high enough to leave contrails were US or Russian military planes. We would only see them infrequently.
You couldn’t pull that one today as there are many contrails visible all day long but back then, when I saw a contrail I was very mindful to be behaving!