Roaring Brook Lake, New York

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Time for a jaded old man to wax nostalgic in his beer.
Summer of '76....
Tiger Lillies, blueberries and black-eyed Susans lined the lake shore... and sweet laughter echoed across the lake surface as girls turned cartwheels in pink pajamas in the soft cool evening grasses....

A young boy coming of age. Falling in love for the very first time.
Sailboat regattas, a silver swimming medal, and a horse head necklace, won for the girl of his dreams, at a county fair, by successfully tossing ping pong balls into goldfish bowls....

A Peter Frampton poster on the wall... Do you. YOU. Feel like I do....

Shall I continue?
 

Per your request hollydolly, I shall continue to drunk-wax-nostalgic about my summers spent at Roaring Brook Lake, NY.

Best days of my Life. Precious and Priceless. Pure Magic it was.

Bats skimmed the water surface at dusk, chasing dragonflies, as night fell and the sky turned pale blue, burnt orange and rose.
We'd skin dive, chasing Map turtles with nets.
Skinnydip too. And.. yes, we would Streak. Streaking was all the rage in the 70s.

please do not interrupt me when I am waxing nostalgic poetic. Thanks I am not yet done.
 

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Sweet hot summer days soon turned to bitter cold nights...
The flowers and berries withered and glazed...
The girl of my dreams disappeared.

Snow fell, ice covered the lake, and
We'd all head over to Bear Mountain Inn, for Christmas family gatherings....

https://visitbearmountain.com/

Ok now I am done.
Other than to say, I still love Peter Frampton songs
and streaking
 
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OysterBay said:
Time for a jaded old man to wax nostalgic in his beer.
Summer of '76....
Tiger Lillies, blueberries and black-eyed Susans lined the lake shore... and sweet laughter echoed across the lake surface as girls turned cartwheels in pink pajamas in the soft cool evening grasses....

A young boy coming of age. Falling in love for the very first time.
Sailboat regattas, a silver swimming medal, and a horse head necklace, won for the girl of his dreams, at a county fair, by successfully tossing ping pong balls into goldfish bowls....

A Peter Frampton poster on the wall... Do you. YOU. Feel like I do....

Shall I continue?
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You have a penchant for descriptive writing. I hope you expand this talent! You're very good!
 
Oyster Bay Long Island? I attended JHS in Hempstead and HS in C.I. LIRR ever extend electric service North of East Williston yet?
 
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Oyster Bay Long Island? I attended JHS in Hempstead and HS in C.I. LIRR ever extend electric service North of East Williston yet?
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No. Yes. Maybe? Sorry I moved off LI in 1988 so I really can't say.
Edit: My first true love's ghost just reminded me, I actually moved off Long Island in 1978. To Atlanta. And impregnated her. She is correct. But I moved back to NY, and then moved out again in 1988 to Florida.

They say You never forget your first true love. She died 4 years ago, pancreatic cancer, but her ghost reminds me, I did promise to marry her, but never made it to the altar. Miss you G and, see you soon. Prettiest girl in the world. My Soulmate, if ever there was one
 
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Thanks Fast, for hijacking my golden NY childhood memories with global annihilation vid.
Now where was I?
Ah yes. Prettiest girl in the world. Tiger Lillies... And ping pong balls. At the county fair.
If you could sink a ball into a goldfish bowl, you won not only the fish, but also a shiny silver horse head necklace, to win the fancy and favor of the girl of your dreams. And so I did. Equally impressive, was my swimming agility, and endurance. Stamina.

Indeed I was blessed to experience that. How it feels to come of age at Roaring Brook Lake NY.
And indeed I do remember the man who made those priceless memories possible for me.
Let me not ever forget.

Not a happy ending here. That good man, who gave me those wonderful memories, was murdered, in a carjacking, defending his wife, who was being violently assaulted

But let us all drink, and think, of happier times.
Miss you my friends. My family.
and
Frampton Forever! ****yeah
 

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