Leaving childhood was generally my favourite thing about childhood but . . . . . . a giant cake mix bowl filled with Puffed Wheat, milk and sugar - and not understanding lactose intolerance - was a favourite thing.
I had a shortwave radio and liked to listen to Radio Cuba during the Vietnam War, hearing about the 30 B-52's that had been shot down that day. Always comical and bold.
Mud was fun.
Really, I don't remember much about childhood and rarely think about it at all. My brother and sister, on the other hand, remember everything and treasure those memories. They bring stuff up and I have no idea what they're talking about even though, apparently, I was there.
Hahaha . . . . . that's me on the left, with two babes (cousins). Yeah, we were fairly poor.
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