Thursday, March 26, 2009


When I was a kid, the seats on this swing were wood boards. We would slide out of them and fly through the air, always trying to best our previous mark, or better yet beat the other kid's marks.

Barely a stones throw away from the swings there was a lake where we fished. The lake was next to a river and across the river was the town dump, where we spent countless hours breaking any glass items we could find and shooting rats with BB guns. The good old slightly dangerous days.


  1. Kids playing at the dump!?! My, things sure have changed!

  2. Thanks for the comments.

    Safety gear had yet to be invented.