The best place to grow up

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Leigh4

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When I was seven or eight, we moved to Fresno. We lived in a subdivision that was surrounded by cotton fields, and olive trees, and a winery. I can remember riding my bike along the dirt road that separated the olive trees from the cotton fields. This whole subdivision was filled with kids my own age.

Playing baseball in the street and yelling, "Car!" Going home when the street lights came on. Or when your Mom was looking for you, kids would relay the message until you were found and sent home.

There was a canal that ran through the cotton fields that we used to play in. Not good for feet as people would throw glass into the canal and many of us ended up with cut feet. But still a great place to cool off during the summer and to catch pollywogs.

I'm new to this site. Hope you enjoyed my brief childhood memory. It was a great place and time to grow up.
 

The best memories I have from my kidhood were in Reno, Nevada in the 60s. We lived in a small garage converted into a house. It was accessed only by driving down a back alley. It was a really pretty neighborhood, but our place in it was really poor. I played with all kinds of kids from all different ethnicities, and never knew the difference.

My playground was the campus of University of Nevada/Reno. A super beautiful place back then. And we fished the Truckee River that ran through downtown a lot. Saw lots of great movies...had some really special friends. It wasn't all fun, but it was childhood, so there was hope and dreams and lots of possibilities.
 
Hi Leigh...
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I grew upon an orange grove in rural California in the 50s. In retrospect, it was good for personal responsibily and understanding cause and effect (consequences) but was mind-numbing, intellectually.
 
An ole cow town! FREEDOM! Freedom to go anywhere, do anything! I was always barefoot, always alone. Lived right next to the Yellowstone River and I was down there everyday! That was MY RIVER! Sitting on the fences at the rodeos, going in caves, killing rattlers, climbing hills.
Yes, Not allowed in the house until dark. I would go to the gravel pit and build imaginary cities in the sand, visit Indian camps. collect agates.
I felt invincible. I would take stupid physical chances because I knew nothing could ever happen to me.
Wow! That was a lo-ng time ago!
 
Leigh4 said:
When I was seven or eight, we moved to Fresno. We lived in a subdivision that was surrounded by cotton fields, and olive trees, and a winery. I can remember riding my bike along the dirt road that separated the olive trees from the cotton fields. This whole subdivision was filled with kids my own age.
Playing baseball in the street and yelling, "Car!" Going home when the street lights came on. Or when your Mom was looking for you, kids would relay the message until you were found and sent home.
There was a canal that ran through the cotton fields that we used to play in. Not good for feet as people would throw glass into the canal and many of us ended up with cut feet. But still a great place to cool off during the summer and to catch pollywogs.

I'm new to this site. Hope you enjoyed my brief childhood memory. It was a great place and time to grow up.
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Sassycakes said:
I grew up in the city it was in South Philadelphia. My street was full of kids my age both boys and girls. We were all friends and remained friends forever. As teenagers, we dated one another. They truly were the good old days.
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My mother grew up in Philadelphia, just outside of Fishtown. What a trendt area that is today.
 
Montreal, Quebec. Played hockey in the street during the winter when we were kids, would yell car when seeing cars approaching. I played with my older brother and his friends. I was the goalie and I'm female. My mother was always worried that I would get hurt but I had goalie knee pads on, etc. In the summer, if it was supper time and I was inside with my mom and dad, mom would say go and get your brother for supper. I would yell from the balcony, hey Richard, the spaghetti is ready or whatever, while my mom rolled her eyes saying not to announce what we were eating to the whole street. :D
 
Sassycakes said:
I grew up in the city it was in South Philadelphia. My street was full of kids my age both boys and girls. We were all friends and remained friends forever. As teenagers, we dated one another. They truly were the good old days.
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I was in Philadelphia once visiting friends. He took me to a Philly cheesesteak shop called Genos. Best I ever had and I need to go back there.
 

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