The best place to grow up

Welcome to the site Leigh. I grew up outside a small town in southern Wisconsin. Was born on a dairy farm, but my grandfather sold out when I was small, and bought 160 acre parcel that my dad developed into a subdivision from the mid 50's through the late 60's. Like many here we were outside all day long building forts, and exploring the large park that abutted the subdivision. Kind of a shame that few kids today get to experience that.
 

I grew up in a small mining town in Tasmania. As a child it was fantastic. Surrounded by wooded hills, creeks, rivers and lakes.
I spent a great deal of my time "up in the hills"
This is where I developed my love of nature.
Away from people, at one with the critters, the trees, the creeks, rivers and the silence.
 
I grew up in the suburbs of a metropolitan area and while it was lovely there when my family visited my "country" grandparents I though nothing could be better. There was so much more for a kid to do there. It was endless joy and our visits always seemed to end too soon. So I would have to say the country offers more to kids.
 
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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