Been There
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- Location
- Florida
I grew up on a farm from the age of 9. Looking back, it was the best days of my life.
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.