As I have said before, money was tight when we were growing up, but we had everything we needed. We didn’t get every toy on our Christmas wish list and that was okay. I am sure at some point in time I acted like a spoiled brat, but from what I can remember I was pretty happy with what I had.
I have also said before that the Major Matt Mason Space Station was the greatest toy I ever owned. I couldn’t even begin to count the hours I played with that set. When I think back though, it was the simple things that received most of my play time.
At the very end of the back yard there was a dirt pile, behind the barn there was about a 3ft tall pile of bricks, and somewhere in the back yard, depending on where we quit playing with them, were two huge wooden spools that were taller than me. At some point in time, on any given day of the week that we were outside, I was at one of those three spots.
There was nothing special about any of those places, but in my head they were the most magical places in the world that housed countless adventures.
It wasn’t until recently, when I was responding to a comment, that I finally put two and two together. It never occurred to me that Dad removed all those items right after I left childhood behind. You see, my Dad is very particular about his yard. He likes everything a certain way. I have a sneaky suspicion that, even though he disliked having those items in the yard, he kept them there just for us. That was pretty cool.