In our own back yard.....and front yard

I thought the swingset that dad built in our backyard reached as high as the sky!  I remember being amazed at the height of it, and thought it was the coolest thing that Dad had built this for us.  One time when I was swinging high on the swing I dropped a carrot that I was eating (why was I eating a carrot while swinging.......) and Marji threw it to me, with pretty great faith in me cause even to this day I am terrible at catching or throwing things......and the carrot hit me in the nose and gave me a nosebleed.  Apparently Marji had a better arm on her than I did (or do).  Hahahaha!

Beth

Piling tubes and swinging high to leap onto the tube pile. 

Gillan

The play house with the multi colored circles and the plexiglass window. 

Gillan

Dad hosing down the back yard in winter for a skating rink. Getting so cold that only very cold water could unthaw my frozen toes as I sat on the counter and put my feet in the sink (and learning the hard way that you couldn't start with warm water). 

Gillan

The sand box in the back yard- I must have been 4. 

Gillan

The afternoon that Mac and Monte brought home the baby frogs from Pearce Estate and they got out of the bucket and the lawn was alive. They jumped out faster than you could put them back. 

Lori

Here is a big one- we (Monte, Kenny, myself, probably Ronny) once tied a string to the lamp post across the street and put something in the middle of the string (empty toilet roll or something).  We would let it slack until it was on the road surface and then hide between the cars on our side of the street and wait for a vehicle to drive up or down our street.  At the critical moment we would snap that string tight and up would pop this object onto the windshield of a moving vehicle.  We were chased more than once by someone who abandoned their idling car to “find the kids responsible” for that kind of idiocy.  I am pretty sure I didn’t come up with the idea but I did participate happily until I was running between houses with my heart in my throat.  No fatal crashes but not for sane reasons. 

Gillan