Thought this thread could share some 'remember when?' type of stories...
When I was 10 years old, my Dad would give me a 2 dollar bill (remember those?) to clean his golf clubs. That was a King's Ransom for me. I'd bike down through the back fields to the local Convenience Store in Quebec, and really go to town! A bottle of coke...a bag of chips...chewing gum...freezies...a chocolate bar!
That era when you spent all day outside and the rule was...back on the property when the Sun went down.
<sigh> To be 10 years old again.
When I was 10 years old, my Dad would give me a 2 dollar bill (remember those?) to clean his golf clubs. That was a King's Ransom for me. I'd bike down through the back fields to the local Convenience Store in Quebec, and really go to town! A bottle of coke...a bag of chips...chewing gum...freezies...a chocolate bar!
That era when you spent all day outside and the rule was...back on the property when the Sun went down.
<sigh> To be 10 years old again.