Building the tree house with gathered wood scraps from neighborhood construction sites with dad’s hammer. Hanging the 50 foot swinging rope from way higher than I had ever climbed before. After the new concrete drainage ditch was built we used the curb opening to climb into it as a bunker like fort. From inside there was a large culvert that angled down to the double tunnel ditch with all new poured concrete for over two miles in both directions. Disappearing on Saturday morning on the single speed Schwinn Bicycle and staying gone all day. We put balloons filled with air on the frame against spokes for a really cool motorcycle sound instead of the playing cards we used long ago. Fishing at the Chickasaw Garden Lake with homemade flour & water dough for bait on a bamboo pole. I remember the fear of the first time at Chickasaw Country Club on the really really really HIGH diving board and standing there all alone out on the end. There was no turning back with all those other kids waiting up there for their turn at the 25 foot drop. Spending all day sitting on the floor in front of the comic book stand at Woolworths reading ten-cent Superman comics. Yes, The smell of the Five and Dime … the smell of wooden floors and bubblegum stuck on the bottom of your leather souled shoe. Climbing 60 feet to the tip top of the biggest tree on the street and the great view from up there. Being chased by a nest full of yellow jackets. Ahhhh … thanks for the grand memories.