It is amazing we survived some of the things we did: jumping off hay lofts and having to clear the farm equipment to land in the hay, pulling a hay wagon to the top of a hill and riding it down jumping off just before it hit the stone wall, we rode our bikes everywhere and never hesitated to accept a cold drink n cookies if anyone offered along the way, nor did we think twice about putting the bikes in the back of a pick up truck we'd never seen before to hitch a ride home.....

Yes, in some ways those were the 'good-ole-days' but I wouldn't go back to Mom's wringer washing machine, the tiny 2 channel black n white TV, the lack of knowledge in the medical field, or the fridge that somehow kept the milk just barely chilled.

Thanks Irish for posting this. It was fun to read and did bring back some good memories.


PS: Did anybody else have those horrid one piece gym suits? ughhh!!!