Maybe you can remember what we did at my place. It always seemed it was more fun playing at your house! Here's another boring story that I know was fun at the time.
We were little kids, Larry and I, but old enough to play outside without supervision since everyone knew we were inseparable. Larry had this huge sandpile and lots of trucks and toys to play with.
There was a huge oak tree shading the sandpile all morning in the summer, so Larry and I played in it all morning while our dads were in the field harvesting something or other.
Larry had cranes and bulldozers and dump trucks so we built roads and cleared areas for home building and moved dirt from one end of that sandpile to the other several times. It was also back in the days when you had to "drive" all the equipment manually, none of this remote control stuff, so we always got good and dirty.
We used discarded chunks of 2x4s for buildings, a short piece of plank as a bridge over a ravine we'd dug. We'd stuck broken sticks by the buildings for yard lights, but there was no such thing back in those days as street lights on rural roads so we didn't put them in.
It took us a couple of days to get it finished, but it was a work of art to us. It, though, like everything else, passed on into memory.
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Larry, I remember these days like they were yesterday (how'd we get so old?). Mary
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