I remember those games.. WE had a lot of fun growing up! What I most remember is that my dad had his own stunt show (rolling cars, jumping buses with a motorcycle, etc..)and I always wanted to do that...He also raced cars and motorcycles..I learned to be a car mechanic at a young age, putting together a flathead engine together by myself at age 11...The closest I ever came was driving a stock car one summer in AZ...my dream come true...
I remember too, my mom making home made glazed donuts, oh, they were so good!!! Lots of good memories of growing up!

catching fireflies with the neighborhood kids in summer - riding our bikes in the street and playing baseball at the diamond on the corner - walking to town for popsicles

and listening to the beatles and the supremes afterschool

The time I had with my Grandmother those were the special memories that will forever be etched within my memories....

There are actually two sad ones.

I was home with my sister watching soap operas and they broke into the middle to say Brady and Reagan had been shot at.

And in high school, they came over the PA as we arrived to the locker room and announced the Challenger had blown up and me and my friend, Renee, held each other and cried and cried which was uncharacteristic for the two of us.

I was fearless as a little one. When I was four we lived just above a lake that always had a bunch of geese. I would race down the hill and charge at the flock of geese laughing and send them flying.

I would lay in a back bedroom that was all windows... with my grandmother and watch the clouds go by and tell each other what they looked like.
I sure miss her.