[nuke_road_warrior]

One wonders how I survived. I spent my fourth, fifth and sixth grade years in Utah in the early sixties. I walked or bicycled to school (about two blocks) every day. I rode my bike all over the town, played army, cowboys and indians, cops and robbers in an abandoned field and shot off fire crackers all without adult supervision. Looking back it was one of the best times of my life.

[caww]

Gosh, my mom would kick us out of the house if we were hanging out inside for too long with the TV....that reminding us to be home by dinner time.

We traveled all over town and country. Catching minnows in streams,hiking up hills celebrating for reaching the summit,Sliding down the feed mill slides...A trip to the cattle barns, fishing at the pond....on and on and on.. We were poor kids but enjoyed every minute of being kids!