5 things I miss from childhood
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The five things I miss?
2. Sneaking over to the race track to ride the Clydesdale horses. I grew up blocks away from Santa Anita racetrack. On my way home from school my friend and I would sidle thru the gate into the back paddocks. There was a team of Clydesdales that sometimes pulled the starting gate. The rest of the time they mooched around their paddock, just waiting for - - us! We would tease them over to the fence and feed them a carrot while one of us would climb on. Once on, you would kick them a bit to get them to go. They’d amble around a bit until you got too energetic with your heels then they would pitch you off into the dust. Free fun rides.
3. Sunday afternoon dinner at my grandparents’ house. They had a huge house in
4. The innocence and freedom of it all. We were warned against talking to strangers, but it was essentially a good world to live in. We walked or rode our bikes everywhere, pretty much unbothered by parents tracking our every moment. We had to be home before dark. Dinner was at 7:00, if you didn’t show up, you didn’t eat and you got the lecture about, “You know how much that worries your mother!”
5. Simple pleasures – the Sunday comics, sliding on the giant compost heap in my grandparents back yard, sliding down the banister in my cousins’ 3 story house, running thru the sprinklers on a hot summer day, playing “baseball” with the neighborhood kids on a warm summer’s evening, home made “play dough” on rainy days, dressing the cat in doll clothes, lying on the back lawn reading a book…..