Yep. We had places to play too. There still are, some, around this little place, but anywhere closer (50 miles) to The City, and forget it. We built forts above Colorado Boulevard in Pasadena, in "vacant lots."
In SLC, we had whole acreages in the scrub oaks.
Til I burned it down, anyway.
(Jus kidding.)
But I remember how Roger got poked with a berry thorn and the blood shot out in a pin leak. Like 18 inches long, it was just shooting out of there. Could barely see it, but it would sort of soak your hand down.
And of course, we eventually went off in there to take drugs, but they never did us any harm. These kids today, you can't trust them with drugs. |
