Cool, be there in a bit! I'm bringin' the McNuggets!
Hey, wait up!
The one that makes me the saddest: where Dewhirst Dairy used to be. To think -- kids used to actually catch fish and tadpoles in the pond there, Spork. And now it's a supermarket. (They paved paradise . . . .) We grew up in fargin' Bridgeport and yet the area was still, in the '70s and '80s, sufficiently undeveloped that we could feel like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. I had no idea how drastically the landscape of our youth would change. Do you remember the woods and field near my parents' condo at the old Notre Dame? It was like a small-scale wilderness. There were hills and streams all over the place; huge fallen trees to climb on. Like some primeval forest. Places where kids could really have adventures. We used to wander all over town -- the whole city had these little pockets of woods, with rivulets and such. (God, I would NEVER let my children wander the way that we used to -- at the ripe old age of eight, we'd leave the house in the morning and wouldn't reappear until lunch time. After lunch, same thing until dinner time. Our mothers never had a clue where we were! They must have been nuts. You remember the great story of Sid and Nicky walking down Woodmont, crossing Main Street, going into Captain's Pizza, ordering lunch, eating it and then having no money to pay? And why didn't they have money? They had no idea they even needed money. Because they were like five years old!!! What kind of insanity is that? When I was nine or ten, I'd ride my bike all over the city, or I'd wander all over the place with a BB gun in hand!)
Anyway, sorry for dragging the rest of your friends and readers along for that reverie. Anyone else have great childhood memories of having adventures that you'd NEVER allow your own children to replicate?
What was the first concert you ever saw, Spork? Mine was Jethro Tull, 1976.