Well, he//s bells, maybe if I go a looking around town, I too will find someone (oops....) I mean something soft and cuddly to squeeze...

hahahahohoho

Hannelore -- ponytail, bangs and (omigosh, I had almost forgotten about this!) plastic headband. Dungarees, saddle shoes and a Davy Crocker t-shirt (I had 3 of them -- blue, green and yellow.)

I was the klutz in a family full of athletes. I figured out early what I COULD do -- which didn't really make up for all the things I couldn't do, but at least it made me happy off on my solitary journeys.

Dotsie, I would've loved to give you the kamikaze course in Rooftop Reconnaissance. Once, after a local kid spied me on the slanted roof of a parking garage -- and NO ONE else could figure out how to get there -- I offered to take a bunch of neighborhood kids up. About 12 kids followed me onto private property and over two chain link fences. However, only 3 climbed the tree and crawled out on the big branch (one kid at a time!) where we jumped down onto the roof. After running around the roof for a while, we slid back down the rain gutter pipe.

In a lifetime of sports failures and mediocrities, this was one of my few crowning accomplishments.

Meredith, I'm laughing out loud. My childhood, neighborhood girlfriend and I would have loved hanging out with you. Just to give you a little example of what I mean:

We were once in a rubberband battle with another neighborhood kid whom we thought was nasty. We stock piled all our rubberbands on this pole, and don't ask me why, but we had to climb a tree to get the bands off the pole every time we wanted to attack. Unfortunately, my friend fell while reaching for the rubberbands and had to be taken to the hospital for stitches. What a wacky story to recall. But it was so much fun!

Dotsie, this is a whole new image of you!

I'm still trying to picture the pole -- telephone pole? flag pole? Too funny, either way.

rubberband battle ......i had forgotten all about them lol.

pokets might have been a better store for the bands but what a good storie dotsie lol.

It was an old clothes line pole that was right next to a tree.

Celtic, that's hysterical. Don't ask me why we had to line them up on the pole. I guess it was all part of the adventure.

Funny thing is, I just got back from hearing my childhood friend's son sing in his high school choir. We both pretty much live in the same hometown we were raised in so we're still very close.