7 thoughts on “When I was a kid…

      1. Hot. I think the latest breeze that just blew through came by Lucifer’s drawers……

  1. Well I didn’t have bullets or guns or whatever, but I did something that had I done it today would have landed me in a so-called “foster” home by CPS–when I was three or so I went from the house to the neighbor across from the back yard through a lot that was green with trees along a dirt path (we are talking suburban Long Island, NY, here) and to the house, to the back yard, opened up one of those cellar entrances (or it was already open), went down the steps into the cellar…the neighbors were gone. When they got back they must have heard me because the man came into the basement and saw me and asked me who I was and I said, “Davey Crockett” (I wore a kid’s coon-skin hat, ‘Davey Crockett’ was a fave TV show then). They asked me where I lived and I told them behind the house and then the man brought me home. My mother was frantic until she saw me. I did stuff like that quite a bit. Kids had serious freedom back then.

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