I was eight years old, in third grade; my brother Randy was four. It was 1966 and we had just moved into a 120-year-old farmhouse on 26 acres of wooded land in Quakertown, Pennsylvania. We lived across the street from Rock Hill Mountain, a medium-sized mountain with an elevation of 900 feet above sea level. It had very rugged woods with boulders left over from the ice age.
Ah, Scott. Remember when kids used to go out and roam around all day long? Our parents didn't even know where we were most of the time. Right after breakfast it was, "Go outside and play, for God's sake!" We wouldn't come back until dinner time. You think parents would let their two little boys head out into the woods alone these days? Not on your life! Your parents and mine would probably be arrested for neglect these days! So we lost a little blood now and then? It made us strong, confident and brave. Thanks for the memory!
Ah, Scott. Remember when kids used to go out and roam around all day long? Our parents didn't even know where we were most of the time. Right after breakfast it was, "Go outside and play, for God's sake!" We wouldn't come back until dinner time. You think parents would let their two little boys head out into the woods alone these days? Not on your life! Your parents and mine would probably be arrested for neglect these days! So we lost a little blood now and then? It made us strong, confident and brave. Thanks for the memory!