pleasent memories from childhood?

[VaRedneck]

Military brat here....lived all over...for no more than a coupla years ata time. Missed out on some of the stuff y'all did. Got to do a few others...

Visiting the grand parents in North Dakota.....one summer...the smell of the dirt...rich...black. The smell of the equipment quonsets/barn/sheds. the dusty oily machinery smell...the potato house...buried in the ground...only roof showing above...walking right up onto the roof. the cotton woods...never silent...always the leaves rustling. Going to a small lake in Minn. skiing, fishing, sailing, bon fires...marshmellos. One winter....snow mobiling...learning what cold really was.

Living on the economy while stationed in Italy. At the age of 8-9, walking unsupervised 4-5 miles with my sister, to and from our apartment and a small wine distributor where a bus picked us up for school on the base, and carried us back each evening. The beaches on the Med...the white sand...the food...oh God..the food. Running down the white marble hall way in our apartment and sliding into the kitchen with sock feet. The Appian Way. The Trulli houses. The Alps and Lichtenstien where I had fondue for the first time.

Back in the states...Little league baseball, swimming pool passes at the neighborhood pool. The diving boards...high dive platform...swimming laps. Pretty life guards. canoeing on the Shenandoah...walking Bull Run. Tubing instead of sledding in a rare snow. Every nice sat...walking 3miles through the woods with a fishin pole, small tackle box and a coupla dollars. Getting to Occoquan early...buying a dozen night crawlers, a pepsi and dill pickle...fishing all day being back by dark. On the colder wetter sat...watching the bugs bunny roadrunner hr...laurel and hardy...abbot and costello...tarzan. Sun evenings..watching Mutual of Omaha's Wild kingdom...then the wonderful world of Disney.

[skeet]

I remember being in an area with very few people..it seemed that way. But ya knew everybody heck I was related to most of 'em... leaving in the morning and getting home when the lights came on. Fishing the Chester River out of my fathers 18 ft skiff. Swimming across the river..about a half mile each way. without drowning luckily. getting my first little work boat at just shy of 11 Had a hit and miss Palmer..burned it up by going too fast and not putting water in it. Catching crabs fish oysters and big ol snappin turtles. got 3-4 cents a pound for them.. Thought I was rich.. Then there was baseball..it was the only game going. strawberries peaches wild raspberries and blackberries too. skwerl rabbit duck hunting in the fall winter. It was a wonderful life for a kid...even if we were all poor. Got my first deer when I was 11. Decided to not eat seafood ever again. LOL!! My father was a Chesapeake bay waterman. We ate seafood. Blick! It was still a good life for a kid. If y'all ever read the old man and the Boy..it was close to my life as a kid. Cept the old man was my mentor..